During my working years as a teacher I have taught every age save college (save me from college! I didn’t like it when I was there the first time.) from pre-school to high-school and every age in between. Here is a story from my pre-school years.
I was working as a lead teacher in a preschool in Nebraska in a multiage room for three to five year olds. We had some potty training issued, but not a lot of them. One of the biggest was the little boys going into the little girls bathroom and peeing on the toilet seat. They didn’t do this out of malice or spite, but simple lack of aiming ability and not thinking to put up the toilet seat. Honestly, it’s hard to get the adult males in my household to be that thoughtful, let alone one of fifteen three to five year old pre-school boys. Mostly, as far as I could figure, the thought process was “Oh, geez, I have to pee! I have to pee right NOW! Oh, ummm, the boy’s room is full…oh…oh…”, and a lot of hopping and clutching the front of the pants, til it dawns on them that there is no one in the ‘girls’ bathroom and a girl’s potty is better than no potty at all. Any port in a storm, right?
Anyway, I had one little boy, Marquis, a four year old who figured if he went into the girls room once, why should he wail in line at the boys room? He was also notorious for peeing on the seat. Finally, the following conversation ensued.
“Honey, you pottied on the toilet seat again in the girl’s bathroom. You need to stop doing that and you need to clean it up”
He sighed and went back into the back into the bathroom with the glove and per towels I provided, and me to help.
“Miss Annie?”
“Yes, Sweetie?”
“Why do I have to clean this up all the time?”
“Because this is the girl’s bathroom, honey. The little girls don’t want to sit in your potty. Really, I don’t think anyone would.”
He cleans for a moment, seeming to mull this over.
“Why do they have to sit down every time?”
I wait a beat, formulating my answer.
“Little girls potty sitting down.”
He thinks for a moment, his eyebrows scrunching together.
“Huh. What are they lazy?”
“I try not to laugh, wanting to defend the little girls in the room but not get too sticky with the conversation. I decided that just being honest was best.
“No, sweetie. Little girls aren’t lazy. They have to sit down when they potty, because they don’t have a penis.”
Marquis’ eyes get big and he finishes wiping up the potty with more attention and diligence than I remember seeing before. As we got up to leave and continue on with our little lives I felt a tug on my pants.
“Miss Annie?” Maruquis looks at me with actual tears in his eyes and whispers, “What happened to their penis’?”
fabulas i loved the whole story keep up the gd work 
Hahah Cute 
Oh my gosh, that’s so funny! I love little children Talk about Freud’s psychosexual stages, hahah.
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