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dna2Here’s A Racy Story...
A group of 2nd, 3rd and 4th graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went on a field trip to Woodbine Racetrack to learn about thoroughbred horses.
When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys with the other.
The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men’s room when one of the boys came out and told her that none of the boys could reach the urinal. Having no choice, she went inside and helped the boys by hoisting them up. As she lifted one, she couldn’t help but notice that he was physically well advanced for his age..
Trying not to show she was staring, the teacher said “You must be in the 4th grade.”
“No, ma’am,” he replied “I’m the jockey riding Silver Arrow in the fifth.”
A group of 2nd, 3rd and 4th graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went on a field trip to Woodbine Racetrack to learn about thoroughbred horses.
When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys with the other.
The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men’s room when one of the boys came out and told her that none of the boys could reach the urinal. Having no choice, she went inside and helped the boys by hoisting them up. As she lifted one, she couldn’t help but notice that he was physically well advanced for his age..
Trying not to show she was staring, the teacher said “You must be in the 4th grade.”
“No, ma’am,” he replied “I’m the jockey riding Silver Arrow in the fifth.”