I got a phone call from the school shortly after nine this morning. The teacher asked me if I would be able to come by the school as quick as possible. Seems they were having a problem with Rainbow Man.
She didn't sound too worried, but a phone call from the school? They don't ask you to come in just to shoot the shit now, do they?
Of course I said I would be right down. And in fact this could not have happened on a better day. I had the car because I was to take Blue Boy for his Physical in the afternoon. A quick call to the mother in law to come and watch the kids and I was in the car and driving.
Don't worry. I noticed before I got off the street that I was still in my house coat.
When I got to the school, I used the side door that leads straight to RM's classroom. When the kids saw me, several of the girls started giggling, the boys started blushing and the teacher outright laughed.
He's in the office she said.
I headed down the hall, surreptitiously checking that my buttons were buttoned and my zippers zipped. (they were)
When I got to the office, RM was sitting in a desk, his hands clenched, face streaked with tears. He was redder in the face then I had EVER seen him.
I got down on my knees to look him in the face. Are you hurt? I asked.
Instantly the tears started again, and his clenched fists waved in front of me. I couldn't understand what he was saying through the tears.
I looked over at the secretary who was trying to hide a smile behind a folder. What?" I mouthed.
She pointed at RM and pantomimed opening her hands.
When you are a boy, who has just begun to notice that girls are not just boys in cute shoes, static cling sucks.
One of the girls had noticed something sticking out of the back of Rainbow Man's shirt. She kindly removed it and handed it to him, but not before all the kids in his class got a good look at his momma's panties.
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