A few weeks ago, I asked Brennan how his day had been at school. After telling me he had a great day, he told me he had felt bad for one of his classmates, Matthew, who had not had such a great day.
"Why B? What happened to Matthew?" I asked.
"Mom, Matthew was in the bathroom and one of the other boys didn't know that so they opened up the bathroom door. And Matthew wasn't done yet. So we all saw Matthew in his underwear, Mom!"
"Oh no. What happened?"
"Well, everyone laughed Mom. Everyone!" Brennan took a deep breath and continued, "Except me, Mom. I didn't laugh. Not even a bit."
I managed to stifle my burst of laughter. Sure, he didn't. Yep.
"I am sure that hurt Matthew's feelings. It's not nice to laugh at people like that." I replied.
"I know! So the teacher was not happy at the class."
"I am sure she wasn't."
"Nope. Not happy at all. And then the teacher told us that because we all laughed we had to draw a picture of ourselves and what we look like when we go to the bathroom and show it to Matthew."
I nod head and then stop. Wait. What?
"Your teacher did what?" I asked, uncertain.
"She said we had to draw a picture of ourselves going to the bathroom and show it to Matthew."
My eyes narrowed and focused on Brennan. "Brennan, did that really happen?"
Brennan looked back at me, gazed off into space for a minute and shrugged, "Yeah, I guess I made the last part up. But I did really see Matthew's underwear today Mom."
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