Beauty in the day: he’s a newly inducted 1st grader. His teacher came to the office wearing “a look”, and I knew I was going to get a story.
I was right.
She had noticed that he had spent more time than could appropriately be ignored with his hands – well…actually….um…down his pants.
“Hey Friend, I was noticing this, and I’m worried. Is there a problem with your private parts? Is everything okay?”
“No, it’ isn’t.”
Teacher Friend probed further upon hearing this, and queried, “Did something happen, Friend? Did you get hurt?”
“Well, sometimes it gets this big,” he measured for her with his little hands, “but it’s only supposed to be this big,” he demonstrated further.
I mean, it was Tuesday, after all. Sometimes Tuesdays are like that.