james danger's tank is starting to smell. time to clean it. i was supposed to do it saturday, but erin and mike were here. so it had to wait until today--no bueno.
so james danger needs a potty break.
and so did one of the girls in my class.
the kids took a little subtraction assessment so i could group them. they brought them up to me when they were done. something smelled not so good.
"girl, do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"ummm, no?"
"did you already go?"
"umm?"
"did you go in your pants?"
"ummm, yeah."
"okay, go to the office and call your mom."
"ummm. i don't want to." [not in a rebellious manner, but in a uh-oh manner]
"you need to go call your mom. take the office pass."
"umm, okay. so i need to go call my mom?"
"yeah, go call your mom. take the pass."
"okay, so i need to take the pass?"
"other girl, show girl where the pass is."
and then during clean up time... "miss kendrick, there's something wet on the floor." "yeah, and we smelled it, it doesn't smell good." "it smells gross."
"okay, we'll clean it up it's just james danger's tank." [lies. his tank may be starting to smell, but it was really girl's accident puddle.]
and that's second grade.
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