Since I have started working with kids, I have been constantly sick. I don't know if it is that grimy film kids always seem to have on their hands, or my weak immune system. But now that I think about it, it's probably just a horrible combination of the two.
Anyway, lately my body has produced an astonishing amount of flegm which causes me to blow my nose about every 10 minutes. Not suprising, I have no health insurance at this gem of a workplace, so I have allowed this flegm to become a thick greenish-gray chunky texture.
Which brings me to one of my kids, Cole. Cole is the kind of kid who instead of just doing his gymnastics, decides to search endlessly for anything disgusting on the gym floor he can show you. This includes but is definitely not limeted to such wonderful items as; used band-aids, hairballs, and (my personal favorite) the occasional unidentifiable mystery item. He always runs up with a look of pure joy on his face and yells "LOOK" as loud as possible. I secretly think he does it just to see if I will puke.
So today, I am blowing my nose, when Cole says "Miss Teacher, what are you doing"? Just to make life interesting, I grabbed the tissue and with a similar look of joy shouted "LOOK", showing him the globby contents.
Needless to say I don't think Cole will be searching for anything to show me for a while.
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