Wet Pants

Come with me to a third grade
classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a
sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.
He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how
this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the
boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out,
they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is
going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is
an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'

He looks up from his prayer and
here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been
discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward
him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with
water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of
water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but
all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'

Now all of a sudden, instead of
being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher
rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry
out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his
desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that
should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell
her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'

Finally, at the end of the day, as
they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You
did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once
too.'

By Patricia

stonehenge19celtic@yahoo.com