All About Bentley

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Another fine day in kindergarten. We're sitting in a large circle listening to a story, or singing, or making something, dont remember really but thats not the point. I just know that all of a sudden the kid next to me throws up and it gets all over my leg. "Oh no, I have throw up all over my leg. It stinks. Its gross. AAAAAHHHH!!!!. Everyone is looking my way. AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!". The teacher cleaned him up, cleaned me up, cleaned the floor up. Later that evening after I had been at home for quite a while I told my mom what had happened. "You mean you've been walking around all day in jeans that have throw up on them". "No," I responded, "my teacher wiped it off".

One day in kindergarten I went into the little boys room and walked into the stall to do #1. I noticed that in someones attempt to do #2 they had missed. How you miss #2 I dont know. I dont think I want to know. But there was some #2 right there on the floor. I should have left and walked to the next stall. I didn't. Instead I just thought to myself, "I need to remember that is there so when I'm done doing what I'm doing I dont step on it". I was 6. I forgot. I left the bathroom and I walked back into the classroom and within minutes I hear the teacher say "Ok everyone, stop and check the bottom of your shoes". I turned and looked towards the restrooms and saw my tracks. I was scared. I had tracked #2 across the room. I dont remember what happened next.