Friday, 27 February 2009

peeing pearl

We went out for afternoon recess and the girls were all over the place - some on the monkey-bars, some playing kickball, basketball, "super-secret-club meetings," etc. As I'm taking a turn for a potty break two of my girls run up to me. One begins with, "Ms. Miller, Pearl peed her pants. She was playing and she just peed her pants." to which I reply (to Pearl, not the liaison), "Pearl, do you still need to go to the bathroom or are you okay now?"

P - "No, I'm fine." (she's just leaning against the rail like nothing's wrong. Apparently this class has several 'pee-ers' so it may seem more along the norm)

Me - Well Pearl, did you pee a lot? Do you need to go change your pants?

P- No, I'm ok. My mom does laundry in the washing machine (As she casually twirls around and I notice a huge wet spot from her pee...)

Me - Ok that is good. Well Pearl, is there any reason why you didn't ask to go to the bathroom?

P - Yes, Ms. Miller. Mr. F (disciplinary guy/hall monitor/maintenance) found Suzie and I in the bathroom talking a couple weeks ago. He told us to stop talking and we didn't so he told me I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom again.

Me - I am holding back laughter at this point - I know Mr. F meant that she wasn't to have bathroom breaks and talk the whole time, not "You can never use the bathroom at this school." At this point I have escorted her back into the building with the goal of a change of pants at the very least then asking Mr. F to clarify his 'ban' from the baño.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

that is a beautiful story of the importance of communication. classic lea. thanks for sharing.