There were all the regular types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved.
But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only Janie was left.
"Janie, do you have a story to share?"
'Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.
What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?" "Don't mess with Mommy when she's been drinking." (Could not use the F word in place of Mess).
I love these touching stories!