Short and not-so-sweet
One of my earliest memories of school was at the Year 2 Christmas party. One of the kids in my class decided he was having so much fun that going to the toilet wasn't a viable option (the reason he actually gave at the time to the teacher). So he took down his trousers, took down his pants, and right there and then, did an enormous shit through the hole in the back of his chair. I vividly remember watching the kids either side of him frantically shuffling their chairs away from the ever-encroaching puddle of urine that had begun to trickle towards them. Then he started crying and had to be taken home.
(The Oscillating Gibbon is eating curried squid, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 17:44, 3 replies)

*howls with laughter*
Excellent tale! I like this QOTW.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 17:46, closed)

In the dim and distant past
I taught Year 2.

This brought back fond memories of teaching six and seven year olds.

*click*
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 19:01, closed)

Ah, marvellous!
_{Right, my turn: I'm off to tell the world the swimming pool one!}
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 10:28, closed)