Those Little Buggers

At the beginning of our tutoring session today, 5 minutes into doing his homework, Chris suddenly sniffs loudly into his hand. He gives me his infamous look with his upper lip pulled back barring his teeth and his eyebrows slanting vertically in to form a scrunch in his nose and continues to sniff away at his hands. I give him a perturbed look as he procedes to lift up his feet with his hands. What happened next occurred so fast that i don't even know what hit me first: the putrid smell, or the act of him taking a huge whiff of his feet. Yes....yes he did. Chris had lifted up his feet to smell it and the stench was so strong that i almost fainted. And of course, this 12 year old little boy thinks its the funniest thing in the world. I yelled at him as he cackled away maniacally and then i told him to get back to work. The next thing i knew, he was smearing his grubby little hands on my jacket. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and i feel like he had left a trail of mushroom fungus in the wake of his nasty feet smelly moldy hands.

Needless to say, i nearly suffocated at then end of the session.

About half way through the lesson, Chris asks me: "DO you fart?" I replied with "Why on earth do you want to know?" and without even batting an eyelid he said "its educational." So i told him that girls don't fart. But sometimes, they release a refreshing scent when they feel that others around them smell bad. He didn't believe me of course but if he did he would've deserved it. 5 minutes later he farted on me.