Poison!

There was another funny moment today at school when this afternoon one of the lovely Year 1 girls came up to me and said "Mr Allen, Z is writing on his tongue with a 'texter' ( felt- tip pen)."I looked over and sure enough there he was drawing on his tongue with a felt pen." Stop that!" I said but he shook his head and just grinned, awkwardly, with his tongue out and kept on doing it defiantly." Z it's poisonous!" I cried with fake concern and his annoying grin faded quickly."Wipe it off quick!" I cried adding a touch of hysteria.Z dropped the pen with fear in his eyes."Get a tissue quick!" I was on a roll now.Z rushed across to the tissue box, his tongue still sticking out and he grabbed a tissue and started wiping at his tongue."Wipe it off!" I cried with urgency.He wiped faster."Quick! Wipe it off!" My face filled with mock concern as I pretended I feared for his life.He actually whimpered and wiped frantically at his tongue with the tissue and I could see he was now actually utterly terrified. A crowd of open mouthed class mates had gathered around to witness his final moments on Earth." O.K " I said suddenly more calmly, "It's gone." I added a sigh of relief.He stopped wiping and looked at me, his eyes blinking on the verge of tears."Never, ever do that again" I said looking at him with all the seriousness I could muster whilst trying very hard not to laugh.He shook his head sheepishly and went back to his desk.He thought I meant never ever write on your tongue with a felt pen again but no, what I really meant was never, ever say 'no' to Mr Allen again.Those are the kind of lessons I like teaching. I felt very satisfied with the outcome and I believe it was a lesson that Z will remember for quite some time.