Everyday I go to work hoping something awesome will happen. Yesterday it did.
I found a tooth. In the Cafeteria, next to a bag of old brown apple slices. I eyed it suspiciously for about 2 minutes. Then I called out, "OK gross kids.... who's missing a tooth?"
Three kids raised their hands.
All three came up, looked at the tooth in question and said "nope, not mine" or "mine was bigger."
Now there is a Lost and Found box for missing teeth in the Boys and Girls Club Office.
Why are kids so nasty?
What is wrong with my life?