Augusta doesn't like this tard birthday:
celebrated a tard's birthday today. She turned eleven. She had brought
cupcakes from Safeway. They were not home made. In preparation for the
celebration and cupcakes, I make them all wash their hands.
Augusta has never felt that the classroom washing facilities were
so he always washes in the restroom. This also allows him to avoid waiting in
line to wash his hands, and he can take all the time he wants.
The girl passes out the cupcakes, we sing happy birthday to her, and Augusta
still had not come back. As the kids begin eating, he finally returns. (note: the cupcakes looked nasty,
as they had bright red frosting. But they were
made at a bakery, so I did not complain.)
Augusta walks in and sits down at the table. He takes one look at the cupcake
and gets so angry that he turns it over and smears it all over the table. He
looks at the kid next to him and says "I can't believe you can eat that, it
looks like abortion."
I could not help but laugh.
It was quite a vivid metaphor.
Then I sent him
to the office.
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