The Rail
I was walking to the office yesterday and this little kid and his sister walked out. "I'm sick," the first grader said, smiling away.
"Sorry to hear that bud."
"I vomited two times. At recess." He offered with pride.
"Yikes. Hope you feel better."
He walked past me toward the stair well and his mom came out of the office and said, "He keeps getting sick. He passes it to his sister and she passes it back and it keeps going like that. Look what's he's doing now. That's how he keeps spreading germs."
I turned around to see the kid, his mouth wide open, walking down the stairs and sucking on the handrail at the same time. He was basically covering the entire hand rail with his saliva as he moved down from one stair to the next.
I just stared and said to the mom, "Yeah, that's how it happens."
Geez, kid, think it through.
"Sorry to hear that bud."
"I vomited two times. At recess." He offered with pride.
"Yikes. Hope you feel better."
He walked past me toward the stair well and his mom came out of the office and said, "He keeps getting sick. He passes it to his sister and she passes it back and it keeps going like that. Look what's he's doing now. That's how he keeps spreading germs."
I turned around to see the kid, his mouth wide open, walking down the stairs and sucking on the handrail at the same time. He was basically covering the entire hand rail with his saliva as he moved down from one stair to the next.
I just stared and said to the mom, "Yeah, that's how it happens."
Geez, kid, think it through.
Comments
I think you ought to start wearing rubber gloves. Get the purple ones.
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I'm up at a "mclass" workshop. Kind of annoying.
Re: the Nun Blog... I read Sr. Anne's Hands to a group last week and this came up when i googled that book.
Who gets to use the frus button - you or the frustrated kid?
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