One thing you should know about me. I teach one year olds. Sometimes they get a little nuts.
So in my classroom, there's about a dozen different stuffed animals. One of those is Toothless - it's actually from a different class, but they left it in the break room for over two weeks so their loss - this morning, one of my kiddos found Toothless and was playing with it for a good ten minutes when suddenly the air kicked on.
They shivered and made Toothless shiver, then they scooted over to our play kitchen and tossed Toothless into the oven.
By this time, I was getting things ready for breakfast and only heard what they were doing.
They slammed the door shut and started laughing like crazy. They just kept opening and closing the door and laughing.
So I went over to see what they were up to. The slamming was pretty normal for them - most of my kiddos do it because they like the noise, even though it gives me a headache and I've asked them to stop multiple times - I opened the door and lo and behold, there's Toothless upside down with its eyes staring at the kiddo.
I pulled Toothless out of the oven and stuck it into the hole where the sink used to be - different story - and Toothless sat there for most of the morning with the other kiddos pretending to give it a bath.
So today will live in infamy as the day Toothless was so cold my kiddo tried to bake him.
