Kids Are Kids: The Stinky Finger

I offer no names and I qualify this story with the fact that throughout the world, kids are kids. While teaching a private English lesson to a more energetic child I was reminded that man and monkeys do share characteristics. We were moving right along. He was interacting and speaking very clearly."The car is red..."

Suddenly, without a pause in his reading, he reached down into the back of his pants and itched his crack. Now, I didn't really see where that hand went, but the movement of the body - side shift side arch - made it obvious. He withdrew his hand "That car is blue..." and sniffed his finger. It was not until this point that a look of amuesment immediately followed by a shy shame came to his face.

My mouth dropped open, he had a habit of trying to scratch my hands with his nails! Ewww. Rapidly, "stop. come wash your hands. USE the SOAP! Don't touch me." Kids are kids. Kids are kids. Kids are monkeys...