So, I'm not sure how to write what happened in class today. I think I will just try describing it.

I tell the children to line up for lunch and the usual flurry of activity ensues. My cotton-candy sweet girl is walking to the line when, out of nowhere, Joey pops up in her face and says, "FART!" then runs away. The weird part is that she didn't even flinch or tattle on him. This is the remainder of the conversation:

Mrs. B: Um, Joey. What WAS that?

Joey: She's a part of my experiment.

Cotton-candy girl: (very blase) It's okay. He does it all the time.