I work at my children's school as a second grade teacher's aide. I took the job to earn a little money, but another benefit is being near my six year old son. He is in kindergarten and could function without me there, but there are still things I help him with because the school allows it.

My son gets sick a lot, sometimes with weird bacterial infections and one of those was antibiotic resistant. It seems it takes longer courses of more potent drugs to make his illnesses go away, so in order to keep him as healthy as possible we take some precautions.

He is the only one in his class who keeps hand sanitizer in his cubby, he takes a bottle of water to school instead of using the drinking fountain, and I help him when he has to go to the bathroom.

My son is the size of a three year old, which means that when he has to use the facilities it entails climbing and clambering all over said facilities. Being that elementary school children aren't the most hygienic, it's much better for me to hoist him on the toilet in the nurse's office and make sure he gets a proper hand washing because he can barely reach the sink.

Yesterday, I was leading a group of students downstairs when we ran into my boy in the hallway where he announced to the whole lot of us, "I need to go poop!"

I said, "Well I can't take you right now, because I can't leave these students. You'll have to go by yourself."

Just then, I looked up and saw the school nurse and asked her if she would help him, which she was happy to do.

After school, we were driving home and I asked him, "Hey, did Mrs. C help you in the bathroom?"

He said, "Yes."

Knowing he had pooped, I wondered if he had been bold enough to ask her to wipe him, so I further questioned, "Did she just help you wash your hands? What did you ask her to do?"

But instead I found he was bold in a totally guy kind of way when he replied, "I asked her to get me a book."

Labels: Aiding the Teacher, Kids, Shameless Statements