A teacher notices that a little boy at the back of the class is
squirming around, scratching his crotch and not paying attention.
She goes back to find out what's up.
He's quite embarrassed and whispers that he has gotten poison ivy on his (censored word) and he's quite itchy.
The teacher has him go down to the principal's office to phone
his mom, and ask her what he should do about it.
He does this, returns to the class, sits down in his seat and
suddenly, there's a general commotion at the back of the room.
Back down she goes, only to find him sitting at his desk with his
(censored word) hanging out.
"I thought I told you to call your mom," she says.
"I did," he says, "and she told me that if I could stick it out
till noon she'd come and pick me up from school."
