One day in class 9 year old Robbie was sitting at his school desk and all of a sudden there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.
Robbie very upset he thinks his heart is going to stop because he can’t in any way, shape or form envision how this has happened. This has NEVER happened to him before, and he knows that when the boys in his class find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
Robbie believes his heart is going to stop, he puts his head down and prays, “This is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now is lunchtime…I’m dead meat.”
He looks up and here comes his teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. He thinks to himself “Oh no”
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Emily is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Emily trips in front of the teacher and dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.
The boy pretends to be very angry, but all the while is saying to himself, “Yes! Thank you! Thank you!”
Now Robbie instead of being the object of ridicule, is now the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out.
All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk.
The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else … Emily. Poor Emily, she tries to help, but they tell her to get out. “You’ve done enough already, you klutz!”
Finally, the bell rang and it was time for them to go home, as they are waiting for the bus, the Robbie walks over to Emily and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Emily whispers back, “I wet my pants once too.”