The Park

We were at the park!
A field day!
I go to the teacher, “I have to go potty.”
She ignores me. The “important” kids have her attention.
I go to the other adults.
“I have to go potty.”
“In a minuet I’m busy.” … “Look at the donkey!” … “Hold still now; wait till I take your picture!”
The teacher again, “I have to go really bad!”
“Stop making such a fuss! Get in line for the class picture!”
“But I have to go!”
“You’ll wait till after the picture!”
We line up. Snap, a picture of me wetting my pants.
“You’re such a bad kid!” “Why didn’t you ask?” “Go that way…I’m not washing your dirty ass!” “Get going!” She growls at me.
A police officer stands next to the carousel bathroom; “What’s wrong little guy why are you crying?”
“Oh, he just had a little accident!” “We’re just going to clean him up a bit officer.”  She scrubs my clothing and soaks my shorts in the sink. “You’re such a little pig!” “Nock that crying off or I’ll give you something to cry about!” “You’re going to wear these wet shorts so everybody can see how dirty you are!”
We walk outside…everyone is lining up for the carousel…” Not you!” You can’t ride because you pissed your pants!” (They are still dripping, but not with piss.) “You have to watch the others ride!” “They’re good kids!” “I don’t even know why you’re even allowed near them!”
“I think we can make an exception this time.” The police officer picks me up and sets me on the big white horse!
The music starts!
The cop stayed with me until we left on the bus for home.
He saved me.
When we left, she took the ring he helped me grab on the carousel. “You shouldn’t steal stuff!” and it was gone.
“Oh, Timmy was being disruptive again.” “We just have to do something about him!” “He’s such a spoiled brat!” “He’s always trying to be the center of attention!”
“You can spank him if you want to!” “His mother gave permission.” “By the time I’m done with him, no-one will want him in their kindergarten class.” “I can promise you that!”
I can still hear them talking.
I wished the policeman was there.
I think you’re the only one who ever really tried.
Thank you for trying.


 


 

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