Friday. Their eyes were not on me. On the iPads or the friend across the room, but not on me. They weren’t listening either…
“Leave everything at your tables and come over here and sit.”
It didn’t take long until everyone was sitting in front of me. I sat on the ground with them, legs crossed in front of me and started sharing a few housekeeping details I need them to hear when I noticed the boy in front of me reaching. It looked like he was reaching toward my foot… My voice trailed off as I watched him.
He slowly reached toward my foot and pulled my cheap green flip flop off. The whole class was watching now, quiet. My announcements forgotten.
He held the flip flop in two hands, looking at it and turning to the side and back again. Still we watched, entranced by this confusing turn of events.
Then, to the surprise of everyone, he sniffed my flip-flop. Yes, I kid you not, nose to flip-flop and inhaled.
The silence was broken with the cries of confusion and, frankly, disgust. “What?!?” “Gross!” “Seriously?”
When I inquired the reason for this strange action, all I got was a shrug… WHAT?!?