You Say Igloo, Mrs. HM Says Eyeglue

It is safe to say that the rich tapestry of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's life contains more than a few threads woven from her vocation.

Today she entered the classroom to raucous laughter. Not that THAT hasn't happened before. But this time, the subject of the laughter was NOT Mrs. Hillbilly Mom and her lovely lady-mullet given a quick trim at 5:00 a.m., with a mirror, in the light.

"I should not hear you in the hall. It was so loud that I could barely hear the story Mrs. Arch Nemesis was telling me about NyQuil and her daughter's lost purse at the bingo hall. Settle down."

"Sorry, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. I can't stop laughing. I was just telling them about Champ, and what Sissy did to him last hour. She put Super Glue on his eyelid!"

"Here, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. You passed these papers out to our row, and these belong to Champ."

"Oh. Thank you. So he really isn't here."

"I told you, Sissy put Super Glue on his eyelid. His eye is glued shut."

"So...Champ isn't here. He's in the office, I guess?"

"No. He's in the hospital. To get his eyelid open again."

"Let me just call up there. Hello? Should I count Champ absent this hour? No? All right."

Yeah. Something was definitely going on. That answer about not counting Champ absent was a bit strained. And there was an all-call for the nurse to report to the office. AND, an hour later, I discovered in my mailbox a paper asking for work to keep Sissy busy during her three-day sentence to not-the-classroom.

Surely this was a consensual act. A dare, perhaps. Or a request by Champ to have his eyelid glued. I can't imagine him just sitting there for the gluing if he was an unwilling subject. Surely he could have overpowered the gluing hand of Sissy.

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has one of the richest life tapestries in Hillmomba.