My mind does a quick reference to what experiment could possibly be taking place where Gavin is allowed this latitude.
"Did your teacher say that was okay?" I respond.
He answers "Yes. She said I could rub it anywhere on my body. But I wanted to pee on it. Not rub it on my arm like the girls."
"Uhh, okay..." I say cautiously. "I remember when your sisters did that experiment."
"Yeah? Did they get to rub bread on things?" He asks with interest.
"They sure did!" I respond remembering that this was the year Jocelyn determined to not use her hands in public ever again. (We were at the grocery store and I asked Jocelyn to grab a box of cereal off the shelf and put it into the cart. She went over to the box, lifted up her elbows and grabbed it maneuvering over and then plopped it into the cart. When I asked what she was doing, she looked at me and said "I don't want to touch it. I could get germs." Then she promptly took out her hand sanitizer and cleaned up!)
"So tell me Gavin, what did you rub your other piece of bread on?"
"I peed on it. Well not both of them. I took a different piece...I know you're glad about that mom. He smiles awkwardly and then continues, "and then I rubbed it on all the places in the classroom. Oh yeah, and in the sand on the playground!" He states with some exuberance.
"That will be pretty cool to see the mold. How exactly did you pee on the bread without being immodest?" I ask, imagining him in the corner of the classroom taking care of that.
"Me and the other boys went to the bathroom and peed into the toilet and on the bread. "
"Okay.... " I say trying to decide if the teacher could possibly know what the boys had done. But she'd have to right.?? All these boys coming back front the bathroom with yellow bread??
(sigh) We should really pay our teachers more!
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