As I was walking by the clinic today I heard my smart cookie call out, "HEY! Mrs. Lipstick! Guess why I'm here?"
"Why?" was out of my mouth before I had a chance to consider the invitation I had just given her. Asking a child to share why they are in the clinic is opening a box of information you may never be able to close. You'd think after 7 years of teaching I would have learned better.
"Diarrhea!" she proudly exclaimed. "I had it last night too. And guess what? When I had it last night-"
I stopped her, well aware that the other friends in the clinic, not to mention the teachers and secretaries in the office were about to learn the intricate details of her previous evening.
"Stop- Smart Cookie- is this really something you want to share with me? Is this really something you want me to know? Or is this something you should keep to your-" but I couldn't finish
"LAST NIGHT I..."
and I wont share the details with you because, well, if I ask myself the same question I asked her, the answer is no. Nobody needs to know that.
I'm just glad I'd already eaten my lunch for the day.
One more day before Thanksgiving break. It can't come fast enough.
3 comments:
Oh man you have to hear my end of the story... pre-clinic.
Interesting choice for the last line of your post, given the child's story. :)
Unlimited- I don't think I want to hear your side of the story. I think I'll have nightmares...
Goddess- just laughed really, really hard after a long day. Thank you!
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