We’re out of Kleenex in my classroom. This is allergy season. My nose is running like a faucet, and the Kleenex box is empty.
The Kleenex is mine. I bought it. It sits on my desk — but I am not the one who used a whole box in just a couple of days. In fact I was quite shocked to visit the newly opened box and find it empty.
I picked up the empty box, turned to the class and said, “My Kleenex are gone. I just bought this box and it shouldn’t be empty yet. I need to blow my nose. Since you guys used all my Kleenex I think it’s only fair if you all give me something to blow my nose with.” I turned to the child closest to me – it was Ike. I said, “I have to blow. Give me your sleeve.”
He extended his arm, holding the cuff of his long sleeved-shirt in his fingers and stretching the sleeve taut. “Okay,” he said. “Just don’t use the side I do.”