"My tooth came out!" exclaimed one thrilled six year old. I looked over and saw blood running down his lip and chin. Hmmm, no big deal I have been witness to at least three hundred baby teeth being yanked, twisted, pulled and "longed" out of a youngster's mouth..
As I lept up to get a tissue for the youngster I hear, "Your milk!" which, of course, catches my attention and causes me to pause mid-reach for the tissue to turn and see what appears to be a pint of milk running out of the bottom of a backpack into a puddle on the floor. I issue a command, "Grab some paper towels and open up your backpack." (Screams from a few students near by fill the room as they are splashed with sprinklets of milk as the bag's owner tosses the bag aside to leap up and get the paper towels.)
Then the trivecta!!.......The dismissal bell rings and twenty-four five and six year olds are thrust into an all out panic because they are going to "miss the bus" if I don't dismiss them at that very second.
Is it karma or is it just the lluck of the draw this Wednesday afternoon?
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