“Already on it, Boss!” It was true. She was. Our remaining kiddos were already lining up by the nearest exit.
I led my Amazon student into the unisex ‘family’ bathroom, with her mother following close behind. “Okay, Natasha,” I said. My voice echoing off the bathroom walls. “What do you do first?” I pointed to the nearest stall as a not so subtle hint.
Natasha looked past me and up to her mother. “Did I do good, Mommy?”
I wanted to slap my forehead. Classic school mishap: You practice something with a child day in and day out, and they get so excited that their parent is present that all that practice goes out the window.