“Michael Jackson” fell into a tube today.
Okay, he jumped into the hole made by the tumbling mats that were propped up on their ends by the stairwell.
The kid’s fast! We watched him walk down the stairs. Next thing we knew, he had wriggled through the railing and was standing atop the tumbling mat roll.
The behavior teacher was running toward him saying, “No honey, don’t move! I’ll come get you!”
Before anyone could say or do anything else, the kid jumped down into the tube that the mat had made.
And all we heard was the faint, plaintive cry of “help me, help me, help me!”
He has single-handedly pointed out every dangerous object in our campus. Not because he’s a cautious kid.
Because he at one point or another has swung it, broken it, jumped into it, ridden on it, or thrown it at someone.
Dear Father in Heaven, help us!