Pee break

Well, the good news is that I'm impressed by the school's scramble response when a student fails to show up at the next class. But I wish they'd checked the bathroom BEFORE they went and freaked out.

Seems T.K.'s class was on the way to the library. T.K. decided he needed to pee, and in the absence of an immediately-available adult to ask permission of, he peeled off and went to the can. The librarian noted his absence and called his teacher. His teacher arrived, breathless, at the office where I was chatting with the principal about some School Council stuff. "Is T.K. here?" "No, he isn't." "He didn't report to the library!" The principal turned white, shot to her feet, and in a trice we had the principal, the assistant principal and an E.A. galloping through the halls in search of the lost lamb. Just as I was saying, "Has anyone checked the bathrooms?" -- T.K. emerged from the boys' room, and found himself instantly surrounded by a posse of hard-breathing, dishevelled adults. He saw Mom, and made a beeline in my direction. I prompted him, "T.K., if you have to go to the washroom, you should always..."

T.K. looked around at the assembly of white-faced authority figures surrounding him and ventured uncertainly, "Um, wash my hands??"

Yeah, honey. That too.