The Bathroom Nazi

She is a tiny little thing.  Six years old with long, wispy hair, big brown eyes and a shy smile with some teeth missing.  Sometimes I have a hard time hearing her because she has a tiny little voice and sometimes the kids step on her when she is sitting on the carpet because they don't see her, but she strikes fear in the hearts of all the boys in my class.  She is the Bathroom Nazi.

In past years,  keeping the bathroom in my classroom clean has been a constant battle. The bathroom was always a mess and no one would admit to being the messer. So this year, I posted a sign in sheet on the bathroom door. Potential bathroom users are required to sign in before using the facilities.  Once inside, it is the users responsibility to inspect the bathroom to ensure quality control.  If the bathroom does not meet the expectations of the potential user, said user is to exit the bathroom, locate the previous occupant and demand the previous occupant rectify the situation to the satisfaction of the potential user.  In short, if you pee on the floor or the toilet, you had better clean it up or you will get busted!

The Bathroom Nazi has never, ever, ever been satisfied with the condition of the bathroom.  It takes her about 2 minutes to complete her inspection and inevitably, she will locate a shred of toilet paper on the floor or a tiny droplet of liquid on the floor or the toilet.  The door opens and the hunt for the offender begins. It is a difficult search because she can't read the names yet, so she meticulously begins checking name tags on the desks for the matching name one by one by one.

Meanwhile, all the little boys are watching her from the corner of their eye, refusing to make eye contact.  It may take a while but eventually, she matches the name on the door with a name tag.  Watching her work is like watching an episode of NCIS. She plants herself directly in front of the pee offender and demands that they come clean up their mess.  The boys used to argue with her, and she would march them to the door and point to their name.  They don't argue with her anymore.  Now, whenever she signs in to use the bathroom, I can hear a collective groan from the boys in the class.  I think I must have the cleanest bathroom in the kindergarten and first grade hall.  I sure could have used her at my house when my boys were growing up.