You can tell we only have - according to Mrs. Eagle - ten and a half days - left of school because the kids are getting a little crazier every day. Fortunately her kids are even crazier than mine. At least so far they are. Give them time, I suppose, and mine will be ripping off their clothes as well.
I suppose I should explain.
Yesterday morning one of the boys on her team was caught standing outside the girl's restroom dangling a turquoise colored water bra which apparently belonged to a girl on her team as well. For a while there was some debate as to which girl, exactly, it belonged to (there were two possibilities) , but it was finally narrowed down. Perhaps because the young lady in question didn't have a bra on since it was in an envelope on Mr. Enforcer's desk, along with the discipline referrals.
(And for those of you who don't know, a water bra, which isn't cheap, is a bra filled with water or gel to give the wearer a bit more clevage than Mother Nature has given her. What a thirteen year old girl needs with a water bra is beyond me.)
So the question remains...how did Casanova get the bra in the first place? Was it given to him willingly by the girl in question, bringing to mind visions of Molly Ringwald in the movie Sixteen Candles where she loans her panties to the geek (if you don't know what I'm talking about, rent the DVD). Did he remove it? Did she? And why? A dare? He's a cross-dresser? He has a thing about lingerie?
It boggles the mind.
And makes me doubly thankful I'm glad I'm not the parent of a thirteen year old.