So I subbed in the second grade yesterday.
I was monitoring seat work when I heard this hissing coming from a cute little girl in the doorway. She had taken a wooden bathroom pass ( about the size of a half ruler) and had been gone longer than I care to admit. OK fine - I forgot she was gone. Are you happy?
"Mrs. JustRandi! I neeeeeed to talk to you OVER HERE!"
"Ok. What's going on?" I walked over to the doorway, and I could see that we were near tears.
"Mrs. JustRandi! I just dropped the pass in the toilet!"
Alrighty. Well, I sure as heck know who's NOT going in after it.
"What should I do?"
"You should pull up the arm of your sweater, and reach in and get it. And then wash your whole arm and the pass 3 times with soap."
The eyes got HUGE, and she nodded and left.
I don't know exactly how long it actually takes a 7 year old to wash the pass and one arm off 3 times. But I am embarrassed to say that when she got back - her arm and the offending wood still dripping - I had yet again forgotten about her and already taken the rest of the class and dropped them off for their class in the music room.
I know. I'm awesome.