I was gone from school on Wednesday.
I got a call right after school let out - it was my friend/co-worker, Laura.
L - "You are NOT going to believe what happened today!"
"What?" I asked.
(Seriously... crazy stuff seems to happen anytime I am away from school. Last year, a little girl almost got kidnapped on the day I was gone...but that's another story.)
L - "A kid ate poop today off the toilet seat."
yelch. gag. *attempting to not puke as my gag reflex goes into effect.* ~yeah. ok. I just threw up a little in my mouth. pretty much happens any time I hear and/or repeat the story...
me - "What??!!"
L - "Yeah...and that's not even the worst of it! It wasn't even his own poop!"
It's sad when we try to justify a disgusting action as eating feces by following it up with "it wasn't even his own." Like somehow him eating his own would have made it all better??
Have I mentioned that it needs to be Christmas break and soon?!
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