Get Me Outa Here!

As I was speed-walking down the hall to get to a class, a curly-haired first grade boy came jogging around the corner from the bathroom. His hands, both held up at chest level, were waving back and forth, and his head was shaking rapidly. With a shuddering voice, he was saying to himself, "Gross, gross, gross, gross!" as he ran into his room. I was sincerely glad that I had somewhere else to be...fast!