Boss’s kids…and my kid.
Boss and I had dinner last night. I heard the latest about her day:
1. A kindergarten boy left the bathroom naked…except for his shirt. In his hand? His underwear. Filled with poop. Apparently, the wall had received a new paint job.
2. Another kindergarten teacher peeked into the boys bathroom after hearing some singing and found a little boy with his pants and underwear down around his ankles as he used the urinal. He was shaking his butt back and forth and singing with his hands up in the air. She asked him to come see her after he was done. She wanted to inform him that a hands-on approach might be the way to go. He walked out of the bathroom when done to see her…with his pants and underwear still down around his ankles.
3. The bathroom sinks have those faucets that turn on by pushing down on a round cylinder shape – I think that’s an early 1980’s style. Anyway, they’re sometimes hard to push which is why Boss walked into the bathroom to see that a little boy had climbed on top of the sink so he could step on the nozzle for other people to wash their hands.
As for my day? I woke up this morning to a cold nose and air on my face. I opened an eye and saw Little Filthy demanding we go pay homage to the breakfast gods. I grabbed my phone and snapped him staring. Monster.



Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.