When I was in 8th grade we had this midget kid in our class, and if you've had any experiences with midgets you'd know they act like little shitheads. Anyways, every month we'd have a fire drill, and during the fire drill he'd do his normal routine of walking around and kicking people for no reason. So I made it a routine to pick him up like a baby every time. I'd raise him up like he was Simba and his legs would be flailing and he'd be yelling, "Put me down! Put me down!" But, I wouldn't. So a few months after this continued to happen over and over again, his mother started working at our school. (Which I didn't know about) So the fire alarm rings and we head outside for the drill as usual. And of course lil homie starts swinging his legs, so I reach down and pick him up. Then as soon as I straighten myself up, I see his mom standing about 10 feet away, staring right at me. Apparently she had been making her way over to our class because she saw him kicking people, and when she saw me pick him him up, she stopped dead in her tracks. So it was me, the midget, and his mom standing there and having an awkward staring contest for like 10 seconds. Then I slowly put him down and he takes off running towards her, grabs her hand, and then they both walk away. They head over to my teacher and the mom whispers something to her. I was like oh shit I'm getting suspended lol. But the teacher never said anything to me and the kid didn't come back to class after the drill, so I like to think I did the world a favor.