Because the disaster originated in our room, students were quarantined in the gym and not allowed to ride the bus.
It was decided that the best course of action at this point was to enact an early dismissal and allow parents an opportunity to take students home. Two of us placed plastic shopping bags over our hands like gloves and passed children through the doorway and over the worst of the wreckage. We desparately attempted to evacuate the room before more student evacuated their pants. More retching resulted in further contamination of our only exit. Several second graders slipped in the remaining smears in front of our door. At that point the school secretary made the announcement that students should line up in the hallway for the pumpkin parade around the school.Īs the neighboring classrooms entered the hallway, the smog hit their nose and they began to run. Unfortunately the school does not have windows that open, and a mom was spraying autumn leaf freshener in a futile attempt to cover the stench. The apple basin was filled with a rancid smelling rainbow stew of partially digested hummus, veggies, apples and bears. The teacher was holding a storm trooper as he stood helplessly in the room's only trash can. And that is when I witnessed something that will haunt me forever. I followed them in an effort to recruit assistance.
She took one despicable look at our situation and ran back into the room. At this point another parent rushed into the hallway with a desperate Minion. Meanwhile, two more afflicted children were on their way to the restroom and tripped over my son in their panicked pace.Īs soon as Elsa smelled the putrid fumes, she began to vomit in Rapunzels hair. As he turned around to head back into the classroom, he slipped in the sludge, ironically soiling his Winnie the Pooh costume. Suddenly the floodgates opened and hot gravy began pooling around the monster's shoes.
The child's zipper appeared to be stuck and could not be budged. The teacher asked my son to walk the child down to the bathroom, so I followed them into the hall. It turns out it wasn't his voice, but his stomach. Twenty minutes later the kid in the purple monster costume started growling. We started bobbing for apples and playing haunted house bingo. Within a few minutes the munchkins had polished off the first bag and were tearing into the second. The kids were thrilled to have something that wasn't carrot sticks or clementine pumpkins. I brought two bags of these to my son's school for their Harvest party because of the new sugar free and healthy eating initiatives.
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