My brother, the Reverend, is a middle school vice principal. One of his favorite moves scenes is from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, where the ancient knight guarding the Holy Grail dryly remarks "He chose poorly" as the bad guy writhes on the ground after drinking from the wrong cup. It's all about choices in middle school.
Math Man came home tonight after a meeting. "There's water ice," he said temptingly. "Not anymore," I inform him. "They chose poorly," my spouse intoned. It appears he drove them to the water ice place on the way home from school, then Crash and Barnacle Boy ate it all before he got a taste. Thankfully I was not craving green apple water ice, though I expect there will be a conversation about choices in the morning.