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this is from a teach-at-home-teacher:
"daniel and i were getting ready for our session.
he seemed a little more bloaty and fart-y than usual.
casually I asked him if he felt the need to use the bathroom.
he would have no such nonsense. he insisted there was nothing
brewing in his bowels. I cocked my head in a questioning manner
but nonetheless carried on. and for sometime the gaseous action didnt stop.
interestingly enough, his face showed no discomfort but his body
was strewed over the chair in a way that suggested his internal discomfort.
throughout this time of our session I asked him multiple times if he
needed to use the bathroom ah but to no avail. he couldnt seem to get
enough of the spelling challenge. I got up for approximately one minute
to throw a bottle away and when I get back to the desk area, he is standing
in an awkward position, hands on the desk and butt jutting out. interesting
do you have to go to the bathroom?
in korean he responds, I already pooed in my pants.
fabulous.
as luck would have it, his aunt and uncle were out picking up
his cousin so it was just smelly poo-fart boy and me. wonderful.
I usher him to the bathroom and tell him to wash himself.
he informs me that he has pooed a lot. the solid kind.
he keeps the bathroom door open and yells:
teacher, some of the poo fell on the floor.
crap. I go over there and there is a ice cream sized scoop of poo.
such a little man, but quite a lot of waste. at first he is shy but in no time
he was bending over and showing me his poo stained thighs and butt crack.
i need to boil my eyeballs and cut a chunk out of my brain.
I handed him Clorox wipes to clean the floor. he starts using them on his thigh. I hurriedly tell him that those were for the floor, he proceeds to tell me his thighs itch. he keeps running out and asking me if its gone. no, I shriek, you missed a spot.
he bends over and asks me where? I tell him but he keeps missing, finally he says,
why dont you wipe it teacher?"
"daniel and i were getting ready for our session.
he seemed a little more bloaty and fart-y than usual.
casually I asked him if he felt the need to use the bathroom.
he would have no such nonsense. he insisted there was nothing
brewing in his bowels. I cocked my head in a questioning manner
but nonetheless carried on. and for sometime the gaseous action didnt stop.
interestingly enough, his face showed no discomfort but his body
was strewed over the chair in a way that suggested his internal discomfort.
throughout this time of our session I asked him multiple times if he
needed to use the bathroom ah but to no avail. he couldnt seem to get
enough of the spelling challenge. I got up for approximately one minute
to throw a bottle away and when I get back to the desk area, he is standing
in an awkward position, hands on the desk and butt jutting out. interesting
do you have to go to the bathroom?
in korean he responds, I already pooed in my pants.
fabulous.
as luck would have it, his aunt and uncle were out picking up
his cousin so it was just smelly poo-fart boy and me. wonderful.
I usher him to the bathroom and tell him to wash himself.
he informs me that he has pooed a lot. the solid kind.
he keeps the bathroom door open and yells:
teacher, some of the poo fell on the floor.
crap. I go over there and there is a ice cream sized scoop of poo.
such a little man, but quite a lot of waste. at first he is shy but in no time
he was bending over and showing me his poo stained thighs and butt crack.
i need to boil my eyeballs and cut a chunk out of my brain.
I handed him Clorox wipes to clean the floor. he starts using them on his thigh. I hurriedly tell him that those were for the floor, he proceeds to tell me his thighs itch. he keeps running out and asking me if its gone. no, I shriek, you missed a spot.
he bends over and asks me where? I tell him but he keeps missing, finally he says,
why dont you wipe it teacher?"
