Miss Foo had a very bad day yesterday, and I had to pick her up a lot. I just took a shower to de-Foo-ify myself. (I only shower every other day, normally.)
Mr. Weepy really is a malevolent little kid. Miss Foo’s mom came into the classroom to calm her down yesterday, and at one point I’d just gotten her involved enough in a game that she didn’t notice when her mom slipped out – and Mr. Weepy taps her on the shoulder and says, smirking, “Hey, Miss Foo! Your mom’s gone!” So she started crying again.