Just a few minutes ago, Kyle found a new source of snacks.
(The undersides of my student desks are loaded with gum. Yuck!)
It took me a minute to figure out what Kyle was doing when his face looked like this.
(Kyle with his nose sniffing the underside of a desk.)
However, after Kyle visited a couple more desks, I figured out what he was doing. While I appreciated his help in cleaning my desks, I'd rather Kyle have dog breath than recycled minty fresh breath.
(Kyle about to give into the temptation of another mid-morning treat.)
Now that I had to fish out already-chewed gum from Kyle's mouth, I need to find a student who would rather serve detention in my room after school instead of at the usual 6:15 am session. Someone needs to clean up the desks, and Kyle isn't going to be the one to do it. Gross!
Update on October 6, 2010:
Seven students just left my class after 45 minutes of cleaning desks. I set Kyle free, and he immediately started sniffing the underside of every desk. The silly boy looks pretty confused as to why all his after school snacks disappeared.