I was in 3rd grade too.
In the morning I had misbehaved, and for punishment I had to stay in the classroom and eat my lunch and ponder my sins instead of going outside onto the playground. Then, while I was so pondering, in came Sr. Beatrice the principal, and she whispered the sad news to my 3rd grade teacher.
You know how children figure out Cause and Effect: for years afterwards I was convinced that my bad behavior had caused the president’s death.
That reninds me of the old Jack Handy bit.
When a little child asks me why is it raining I tell him it’s because God is crying. If he asks me why I tell him it’s probably because of something you did.