More from mouthes of babes! More from my class. Sometimes, as a teacher, I wish I wasn’t given quite so much information.
Toilet stories were the big hit of the day.
Story #1: Telling it as it is.
I was walking around my room today when I heard “Hello?…………………..Hello?……..” A little voice from one of my class members was calling calmly from the adjoining toilets. I walked in to check that everything was ok.
“I’ve done a poo!” (he announced it with such pride).
“Are you ok then? Are you finished?” (I asked him, just to be sure).
“Yes”…………… there was a pause, then a moment where he appeared a little surprised, “Oh, no, here comes some wee…. But that’s OK! Wee on poo is OK!”
I stood….stunned. Lovely I thought. I’ve lost my appetite for lunch.
Story #2: Denial.
I could smell something wasn’t right. It’s that dreaded moment as a teacher that someone, and you don’t know who, has done something. (In their pants and not the toilet).
I sat next to one of the girls in the class. I suspected that it was her.
“Do you need the toilet?”
“No” she replied.
“Are you sure?” I asked, giving her that ‘I know’ look.
“I haven’t pooed……………I smell of strawberries!…..Not poo!”
With a look that only an angel could master I had to admire her. I had been told.