Little Johnny raises his hand with a mischievous grin.
The teacher hesitates—she knows Johnny’s reputation—but finally nods. “Alright, Johnny, your turn.”
Johnny stands up confidently and says, “Refrigerator.”
The class bursts into laughter. The teacher frowns, trying to stay serious. “Johnny, that doesn’t make sense. A refrigerator doesn’t eat things.”
Johnny shrugs casually and replies, “Well… every time I open it, the food inside disappears.”
The room goes silent for a second—then erupts in even louder laughter. Even the teacher can’t help but smile, shaking her head.
“Sit down, Johnny,” she says, trying to hide her grin. “That’s… creative.”
Johnny sits, satisfied, while the rest of the class keeps chuckling—because somehow, in his own way, he wasn’t entirely wrong.
