Picture this...it is 10:55 on a cold winter morning. I am sitting at my desk, tracking data points, when my phone rings-caller ID indicates it is coming from Jack's school. I pick it up to hear Jack's teacher say hello. My response, "Oh no, what did he do?" Long pause, than a giggle..."I am so glad you asked. Jack had a bloody massacre today." Me: "What?!" Apparently, Jack decided to be the ring leader of his group of 4 boys, encouraging them to use the stamp pad (not the stamp) to stamp all over his new jeans (I don't know about their clothes-I have only seen his), his hands, his face, his hair. Then when apparently, he hadn't covered enough ground, he paved a bloody red path through the carpet, covering about 5 sq. feet. Now, I know, you want to giggle....go ahead. Here's the worst part, when the custodian came in to deep the mess up, the classroom assistant suffered an asthma attack and had to go home. What was he thinking?!
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