wrong shoe drew and the zipper incident

"Ms. Petite, 'wrong shoe Drew' needs your help." said the frantic blonde boy clutching my pantleg. "he's in the boys bathroom."

in the boys bathroom? oooh, those are words that no female in the school system ever wants to hear.

females are not allowed in the boys bathroom for any reason;
there will be no exceptions;
an immediate dismissal will occur;
lawsuits may be forthcoming.

of course all 52 females at AnyWhere Elementary know wasting time trying to locate one of the 3 males in the building could very well bring parental retribution. which will more than likely mean;
an immediate dismissal will occur;
lawsuits may be forthcoming.

already my eyes are scanning the interior of the janitors office which is one door removed from the boys bathroom.

of course, i see nothing but scattered papers and a broom.

"is he hurt?" i ask, hoping this isn't the case while i search further down the hall toward the principles office. with any luck someone will be there i can relay a message to.

this too proves to be a fruitless attempt.

"i don't think so, Ms P, but he's crying and he won't come out of there."

so, as seems always to be the case, the child comes before the job. i cannot leave wrong shoe Drew all alone in the boys bathroom...

i take a deep breath and, hoping its something simple that words from behind a door can cure, i prop the door open a few inches. i tell him i am there and i ask if i can help.

but the poor little one is crying so hard that he can only relay the fact that he can't come out of the bathroom.

and i have no idea why.

i must go in.

with another deep breath i push the door one step further keeping it open with my body. odd reasoning tells me if i keep the door open, whatever it is i am doing inside is visible to the outside thus negating those pesky legal ramifications - like the death of a tutor.

and there in the middle of two tiny urinals three sinks and a stall is Drew, tears streaming down his wet little face.

now, i know my job is on the line but i melt. even though i know it will break the second rule in the code of conduct, i must comfort this child with a hug.

i move inside the bathroom drop onto the floor to meet him at his level. at the same time i cleverly extend one leg hooking my foot around the open door.

through sobs he explains that the teachers have told him he cannot leave the bathroom with his zipper down and he cannot pull it up.

now this is not an easy task for Drew because not only are his fingers ill equipt, but the softness of his tummy folds over the waistband making it more than difficult for him to see what he is doing. [life is not fair, especially to such a wonderful child as this.]

i assure him that i can help and together we'll have him back in the classroom in no time.

a smile lights up his face, his arms wrap around my neck, his nose is dried on my shoulder and a tiny kiss lands on the top of my head.

i grin to myself; all of this for the simple task of zipping a zip? who can resist?

but i was wrong.

the zip tab was stuck under the fabric.

so there am i on the floor of a little boys bathroom, crouched in front of a small boy who is not only wrapped around my neck but is continually kissing the top of my head, fumbling with a zip that is stuck.

and i cannot seem to get the zip unstuck.

i am beginning to wonder whether i should hope i am not seen or hope that i am because i am sure it's going to take pants off and a screw driver to get this zip tab out of the fabric.

this is usually the point where i start to pray. and i must have because suddenly i've almost got it wriggled free...

and Voila!

the zip goes up!

thank god!

but as the jeans are buttoned another little boy steps over my leg and in;

"Hi-ya Ms. Petite! Hi-ya Drew!"
he unzips.
he uses the urinal.
he zips.
"Bye-ya Ms. Petite! Bye-ya Drew!"

and as he steps over my leg and out little Drew who is viewing him with eyes full of wonder says;

Wow! Ms Petite! That guy is so cool! I wish I could do that!

[me too sweetheart. me too.]

The Best Follower Award

I was given this Best Follower Award by the wonderful, creative soul known to the world as Indigo Roth

He says it is because I have been [and I quote]; A huge encouragement and consistent presence since the beginning. And a "real life" friend, gorgeous redhead, sharer of escapades, and renowned tinyperson.
[bless him for editing what he really thinks] I humbly thank him here for thinking of me in that light and for passing this award on to me. 

And now on to the “20” questions I must answer with my acceptance speech to keep housed it on my blog:

1. What is your current obsession?
clearing clutter. (or is that my current compulsion?)

2. What are you wearing today?
what kind of question is this? jeans and a sweatshirt?

3. What’s for dinner?
I have no idea, if you do let me know

4. What’s the last thing you bought?
for myself? hershey's extra dark chocolate

5. What are you listening to right now?

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
he is creative, thought provoking, and the very best friend i have.

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
some place warm with a magnificent view of the ocean - i do like Indigo's Marin County California idea.

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
sunscreen and bare feet

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
to have Curry with Indigo and  iDifficult

10. Which language do you want to learn?
the language of love

11. What’s your favourite quote?
"i hope its clear that i was really really trying not to be weird about the way things were. all the time i was telling myself; just enjoy it for what it is. don't be weird. don't get all screwed up over something that isn't"
[see: straight little line ]

12. Who do you want to meet right now?
my online friends

13. What is your favourite colour?
green, the color of new life

14. Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.
Styling tips? me?!? LMAO! refer to questions 2 and 8

15. What is your dream job?
interior design

16. What’s your favorite magazine?
don't know that i have one. Country Home maybe?

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
gifts for someone else

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
[again refer questions 2 and 8] but then again, men who insist on going commando under short shorts would take that honor 

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Vera Wang - and all of those like her who insist emaciated bodies are sexy and should be the norm.

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?
wash and go

21. What are you going to do after this?
refill my coffee

22. What are your favourite movies?
Planes, Trains and Automobiles, Christmas Vacation, Christmas Story, Indiana Jones [all of em], Lethal Weapon . . .

23. What inspires you?
unusual visuals, humor, dreams, people i love...

24. What do your friends call you most commonly?
i'm sure i don't want to know

25. Would you prefer coffee or tea?
coffee, though it depends on my mood

26. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?

27. What makes you go wild?
wild how?

28. Which other blogs do you love visiting?
those that inspire me to be creative in my soul or my home

29. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
pecan pie/dark chocolate - but i don't turn down too many others.

30. How many tabs are turned on in your browser right now?
just this one. i'm anal that way.

31. Favorite Season?
fall for all it's glorious scents and colorful scenery

32. If I come to your house now, what would you cook for me?
what would you like?

33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
if i knew this they wouldn't still be in my life.

34. What are you afraid of the most?
harm coming to my children/grandchildren

35. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
brush your hair!

36. What brings a smile on your face instantly?
the laughter of children - especially my own

37. A word that you say a lot?

38. What would you do if you were made President for one day?
avoid the press

39. What is that one thing that keeps you going?

40. What word drives you crazy when you hear it?

41. What's your least favourite character trait?
lack of self esteem

The rules say i must tag a new set of people but i shant [see: intentionally breaking the chain ] and that i must add a question of my own:

42. on or off?
and my answer; depends on who controls the switch

disclaimer: if you feel eloistpetite was undeserving of this award and or feel you are deserving of it yourself please let the administrator of this blog know via comment or email and your issue will be taken into consideration

wearing the wrong pair of shoes

Today's iDifficult blog entry: Mind Found Missing reminded me of a small boy in the kindergarten/first grade class I worked.

This little lad was lucky enough to not only to be living with his parents but his grandparents too. This made him very social and as likeable as they come, but also must have created great chaos getting dressed for school in the morning…

or so I assumed...

For every morning the little guy would stop for help removing his coat which was always buttoned willy nilly - sometimes even to his shirt instead of itself - and tying his shoes. It should also be noted that his hat was forever inside out, as was his shirt, and his pants were rarely snapped at the top - of course that probably had less to do with haste and more to do with the tummy that prevented him from reaching it.

One Monday morning he came in beaming brightly and talking in a non-stop stream because he’d gotten a new pair of shoes over the weekend to wear just for special occasions.

And Ms Petite… they are so shiny! And they aren’t like my other shoes they make noise when I walk, my other ones don’t, well, sometimes they squeak but only when I slide, but these make noise when I walk all the time, except on the carpet because the carpet is soft, but my mom says I can only wear them to special places because they‘ll get dirty and… Oh no oh no OH NO!!!!

I’ve been so busy trying to unbutton his coat from his shirt that it takes his sudden grief to make me look down at his feet. And when i do i notice there is a shiny black shoe on his right foot and an old sneaker on his left - and just for the record neither of them is tied.

He continues; oh no oh no oh no I can’t wear these shoes to school I just can’t… and his voice trails off into tears.

I console him by telling him not to worry, and, without having to lie, I admit that I’d done the same thing myself just the week before. We get a tissue and he blows his nose as I explain that i will call his grandmother and have her bring his sneaker. He gives me an odd look that I don’t quite understand, drops the spent tissue into my hand and heads off to join the other children.

I call and explain the situation to Grandmom who shows up a half hour later.

When the lad and i greet her, she holds out a shoebox with two shoes inside - one black shiny shoe and one old sneaker, and she says; This was the only other pair of shoes I could find so I‘ll wait for him to change. I want to bring the other pair home with me because I don't want him to lose both pair.

I tell her we only need the sneaker but she protests;

Now wait just a minute, if you only take one shoe the boy will be without the other one all day long. He needs two shoes and this is the only pair I could find so I‘d say he‘ll be needing both of them wouldn‘t you?”

I think she is kidding but fast realize she isn’t. And, since I’m not sure what to say we wait in silence while the lad removes both shoes.

And trades both shoes, one at a time, with grandmom.

He then puts a shiny black shoe on his left foot and an old sneaker on his right and waits for grandmom to tie them both.

And before he heads off, Grandmom kisses his head and tells him she loves him.

And then she says; Tomorrow will be better because i will make sure he has the right pair of shoes on before he leaves for school.


She’d had a little boy once but somewhere between changing diapers and preparing his food she blinked and he’d become a man.

But life she found truly must be a circle because it had again given her a little boy in a form they called grand.

And grand he was - mostly, she assumed, because he could come and go as he wished leaving behind only joy and a scattered toys.

And smart he is as well. Far smarter than she would ever admit to the parents who had entrusted him into her care.

For though her snuggling, cuddling, story telling, nap taking - and even diaper changing - skills proved to be top notch when the grand child asked to “watch” she had no clue what he wanted.

Even though his tiny wet finger had been removed from his mouth to point it seemingly took her forever to understand and when she finally did it was only because the smart little lad had removed himself from her lap, stood on his toes nearly touching the television screen and repeated with question the word; “WATCH?!?”

She smiled as she realized and then promised him that, yes, they could watch the television. But, to her dismay, after several minutes of searching for its on button she had to admit to the small man child that her promise was no good, for she had no idea how to make this television work.

The smart little man, however, had faith. He took her admission off the cuff and without a word handed her the remote control.

And the television sparked on.

Words scrolled across the screen.

And the grand boy stepped back, returned his finger to his mouth, and waited for the magic to begin.

But the magic didn’t happen.

Again, she reluctantly had to admit to the waiting child that though she had managed to turn the thing on she simply had no idea how to make the programs in the channel guide work.

His tiny head fell forward but his faith in her was strong, for instead of the tears she had expected, this grand child made his way to a bookshelf where his wet finger snapped out of his mouth to point in the direction of a stack of DVDs.

She hesitated drawing in a defeated sigh before she fetched a DVD from the shelf admitting out loud to the tiny child that though she couldn’t promise she could make this work but she would give her best try.

The player snapped on.

And this time the magic DID happen.

And minutes later, with his finger triumphantly back in his mouth, they were snuggled together on the sofa watching.

Both of them more than thankful she had aced her cuddling exam.