As I was encouraging my Kindergarten students to stand up and do an activity with me, I noticed a little fella' in the bathroom. He's one of the cutest little guys in the world too. Kid was in a horrific car accident and was not in our school for a few months. Now back to the story. So he's peaking out of the bathroom, with his pants hanging down, looking for his Korean teacher. She was downstairs doing something since our manager in that building was out for part of the day. I decided to pull some toilet paper out and take it to him. He had this "are you freakin' crazy?" look on his face.
Then by reading that look on his face, I knew that I had to help him take care of his business, or he'd be stuck waiting for his Korean teacher for a little bit longer. So I reached back there, and he popped his little behind up (as if he has a routine that he does during this act), and I earned my stripes or points. I wasn't too freaked out by the whole situation. Being Mr. Germophobe, I was kind of quick to get my hands cleaned. Some of the other students peaked in to watch, but they must be used to seeing the women help out with that, since they thought nothing of me doing it.
I may just have to add a chapter to my glorious book about this mind-boggling (ha ha!) event that occurred in my life today.
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