Is that...aww yep he peed his pants.

Nothing ruins the appetite quite like a kid wetting their pants.  Wait.  Rephrase. Nothing ruins the appetite quite like having to clean up after a kid who wets their pants.  If I just saw some random kid peeing down his leg I'm pretty sure it wouldn't phase me.  I'd probably just look at the person cleaning up after the child and think, "too bad for you".  Well today, it was "too bad for me". 

Before I get into the messy details, I just want to say that kids are disgusting little creatures.  Sneezing and snotting, coughing and spitting all over everything.  Hands in pants...hands to mouth.  Grabbing everything in sight, spreading their little viruses and bacteria everywhere.  Obviously, I know that they aren't born with proper hygiene and a knack for cleanliness, but jesus, no wonder they are the perfect breading ground for illnesses and infections.  It's common to see one of them sneeze completely into their food, wipe their mouth/nose with their hand and continue eating.  A day doesn't go by that i'm not completely and utterly grossed out and disgusted by one of my students.  I understand that they're pretty new to this planet and they don't know any better, so I give them a pass when I see them doing something down right vile.  Even today, Ryan, little buddy, you get a pass.  Partially because I blame myself.

It all started during snack time, when I forgot that we had apple juice to go along with their sticky rice.  I'd already poured a cupful of water for each of them, so I made a deal, saying if they drink all their water, then they could each have a glass of apple juice.  Like college students playing flip cup, they downed their water in no time and quickly held their cups out for juice.  Ryan was such a champion, he even finished his snack first so I gave him a second glass of apple juice (strike 2 lydia).  Throughout the morning we worked on our sea animals, painting, coloring and gluing up a storm.  I was so excited that everything was going smoothly, that I completely forgot to ask if anyone needed to use the bathroom.  Most the kids will just stand up, grab their privates and say something frantically in Korean and that's how I know I need to go do my duty as whiper.  As I learned today, not all of them are so vocal about their needs for the bathroom.

When we sat down for lunch I noticed he was being a bit quiet, but I took this as a blessing, being that he usually can't sit still or shut up.  Just as I started into my curry and spring rolls (great lunch today) I saw something trickling onto the floor and without missing a beat, Heather points and starts yelling something in Korean.  At first I thought it was water, or hoped it was water rather, then I saw his little cup, sitting untouched on the table.  I washed down the bite of food I had in my mouth, realizing that it may be the last one I had for a while, walked over and ushered him to the bathroom.  All the while yelling at Heather to stop laughing and to eat her food.

Dealing with the emotional damage was relatively easy, I was expecting to have to really make a fool of myself to get this kid laughing again, but it only took a clean pair of pants, a couple goofy faces and some encouragement and he was fine.  Cleaning the actual mess was far more involved.  Finding anti-bacterial spray was a task in itself (that's a whole other post), but the amount of liquid was seriously shocking for how little this guy is.  I'm still trying to figure out where it all came from.  As I did my best to stop the spread of bacteria, they sat and ate, completely unfazed by the events.  In true Cat Class style, they forgot it ever happened and for once I can say i'm truly glad they have this tendency.