This week, it could only happen to a teacher ...

Walking across the playground on Tuesday morning. Knowing that football is only allowed on the field* - we have handball courts on the playground. I see a year six boy kicking a tennis ball to his mates and say in a loud, clear voice ...

"M, you know your balls shouldn't be anywhere near your feet! You lot should only be playing with your balls with your hands!"

I then had to go to the aid of my colleague who was laughing so much he developed a hernia. My face was scarlet. Every single lad in year six was howling with laughter!

Yesterday afternoon J comes running too me in the nursery shouting "R has had an accident, he's pulled the knob off the toilet door. I walk into the toilet and say "R where are you?" A little voice comes from the last cubicle so I walk over, peer over the top to discsover that the knob has in fact come unscrewed. "No problem R" I say "give the knob to me and I'll screw it back on."** R passes me the knob and I begin to screw it on when I suddenly realise it's slightly wet.

So I say "this is wet R, what happened?" Where upon he points to the pale yellowy water in the toilet bowl and said "it went down there, I got it out for you!"

To some extent I am dreading today!!

* We're truly not being nasties it's to protect the littlies from flying footballs. They get to play football / soccer on the field every day.
** Luckily my littlies in the nursery are too young to catch me out on that first very obvious double entendre!