You'd think it's not all about bodily fluids...

But sometimes it is. 

Monday: Snow day! 

Tuesday: First grader M. comes towards me, horror-movie style, with vomit in his hands. It was right around reading time. Room smelled; M. didn't want to go home. Say what?

Wednesday: M. poops in his pants. Again, smell. Again, didn't want to go home. ?!

Thursday: Ran out of hand sanitizer. My guess: stolen by Mr. Sticky Fingers, our newest addition to class.

Friday: Happy 7th Birthday, first grader L.! No bodily fluid news, but crumbly cupcakes and spilled juice kind of count.

Happy weekend, me.