I guess I should've known it was bound to happen sooner or later given the nature of my work, but I didn't really think it would.
Alex was sitting on my lap after lunch while we were reading a story in class. Everything was fine and dandy, then he got quiet and shortly after moved to his seat abruptly. I looked down as I was scooting in my chair and, BAM! Little wet spot on my thigh. Oh my! "Alex, do you need to go to the bathroom?" I asked as I pointed to my leg. He gave a shy smile and nodded. Oy vey. Cold water and soap, because it's like any other spill, right? Awesome.
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