Every time I leave the classroom to go to the washroom (with the amount of water I drink in a day, is quite frequently), by the time I get out, there’s Nick roaming up and down the hall, yelling, “Bevvvvv, where are you??” So I come out and he’s happy, and we go back to class. NOW, he comes all the way to the washroom, and lies on the floor with his nose stuck under the door, calling, “Bevvv….are you in there???”

Geesh! I thought my days of having to take a kid to the bathroom with me were LONG GONE!