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Mrrr.
Thank god tomorrow's Saturday and I can leave behind the crazy sanity-sink that is my job... A few days ago, I was teaching the younger kids about bacteria and resistance and how the bacteriocidal world we live in today was helping to create superbugs and that essentially a little dirt wouldn't hurt anyone; in fact, it would probably help one's immune system a bit. Well, I got a phone call from Udon's mother complaining that I gave her son an apparent case of, and I quote, "ablutophobia, or the fear of washing or bathing."
Happily, I was able to talk her down from suing the school for "permanent, irreparable psychological damages" to both Udon for being a dirty kid, and to her for having to deal with said dirty kid. Instead I now need to scare the boy back into being obsessive about hand-washing and bathing in rubbing alcohol.
I think a small demonstration involving the raiding of Anko's shelf in the staff fridge might be in order. I'm sure that by now her sandwich from last week is sentient, or at least reflexively responsive.