at the end of the day, after we sing our class song, my kids high five me on the way out the door. in the last five minutes of school today, i told one little particular boy to stop picking his nose twice. he was the last one out the door. the last high five... and guess what treasures he left me with in the palm of my hand?
a big ol' bloody, slimey booger.
i almost threw up. you have got to love being a teacher.