Dog(crap) Day Afternoon

Krazy Kid lived up to his nickname today.
Seriously.
Third hour was getting ready to begin, and Krazy Kid walked up to my desk and grabbed a wad of my precious Kleenex. (You may think I am over reacting about the Kleenex, but let me point out two things...the school year is almost over, so Kleenex are at a premium, and allergy season in the Lou are hell.)
I didn't mind. If the kid has a stuffy nose, as I have had for a few days now because nettle weed is coming out, by all means, take care of it!

I went to my computer to take attendance and went up to the front of the room to begin my lesson on onomatopoeias, and I see KK scrubbing the bottom of his shoe with the Kleenex.

I asked what he was doing, thinking to myself, "Why is he getting mud all over my floor?"
He answers, unapologetically, "I stepped in dog crap and didn't want to track through the school.

FIRST: It is now third hour. He is just now thinking he needs to clean his shoe?
SECOND: He thinks it is okay to get the crap all over my floor?
THIRD: I know he stepped in it on purpose.

"So...you are getting it all over my room? And using my {precious} Kleenex to do it?"
(I am beginning to sound like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings).
"Well, I had to come to class."
"Why would you clean it in my room and not ask to, oh, I don't know, go to the bathroom?"
"I didn't know what you would say."
"If you told me you stepped in dog poo, do you really think I would have said 'no?'"
"I dunno."
He then put the Kleenex in my trash can. IN MY TRASH CAN!!!
I told him to take the Kleenex and throw it away in the bathroom.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want my room to smell like dog poop."
"Then the bathroom will smell."
I lost my cool at this point.
"I got news for ya, Krazy...THE BOYS BATHROOM ALREADY SMELLS LIKE CRAP. WHO CARES IF IT IS DOG CRAP OR PEOPLE CRAP?"
He went, and was gone the rest of the period. The other kids asked when he was coming back, and I assured them I did not know, nor did I care.
But alas...my room already had that stench in it, and it was twice as bad when he came back to my class 6th hour. Evidently he spend that 40 minutes cleaning his shoes, just not very well.

Laughs-a-lot sent me a BIG cyber hug when I told him the story. I bet his co-workers could here him laughing all the way down the hall as he read my telling of this tale.