Friday
To be told; for the children to guess:
WHAT AM I?
I live in a hole just above somebody’s chin. I have to stay there, for I am fastened in.
It is because of me that boys and girls like good things to eat. To please me, they eat candy and fruit.
It is because of me that boys and girls are often kept after school. They forget, and use me when they ought not to.
I am always wanting to taste, taste, taste. I am always wanting to talk, talk, talk.
Who can guess what I am?