We were having a discussion about grannies in class (this comes up a lot for some reason); I mentioned how my granny smells like cookies. "Isn't it amazing how grannies always smell like cookies," I said. A boy raised his hand and said, "Mine doesn't. My grandma smells like brisket and Marlboros."
When I taught 6th grade, a boy raised his hand out of the blue and said, "Miss G, how come nobody ever married you?" I laughed, being about 24 at the time, and said, "What do you mean, like nobody ever picked me? Like I am the cheese?" And he said "No, it's just that you're so pretty, and funny, and smart ... I just wondered why nobody ever married you. When I graduate high school, if nobody picked you yet, I'll come back and marry you." (He didn't)
My 8th graders often used to show me pictures of the 8th and 9th grade boys they thought were "hawt". They'd pile around me, showing me pictures from the dance saying, "Miss G, don't you think he's hot? Isn't he hot? Do you think he's hawt?". I would always say, "Ummm, if I did, I'd be in jail."