Ticket to Ride

I think I have purchased a one way ticket to Hades and now I am just to enjoy the scenery on the ride there. Perhaps my ticket was made official on the day that I asked one of my four year old students with down syndrome to flip someone off. In my own defense he already had been taught the skill at home and I was only assisting in genearlizing the skill to a new setting by asking him to "show me the bad finger" and then asking him to show a particular person the bad finger when they came into the room. I think at that moment I heard the coins drop into the box and my ticket emerge. So today I merely got another hole punched on it when I laughed hysterically as one of my students vomited on my assistant. It would not have been funny at all except he had been giving us hints that he was about to throw up and I had suggested that she might want to either move herself or reposition his wheelchair. She did neither and joked about him vomiting on her or the other students. Cue vomit. I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants. She alternated between laughing hysterically and shrieking in disgust. The other kids just stared wide-eyed at us as they contemplated the meaning of the adults having lost whatever sanity they had been pretending to possess. That was the end of circle time. Unfortunately, I was the only one of us who has thought ahead and brought in a change of clothes in case of a leaky child and so she was stuck with nothing more than a sponge bath via Clorox wipes. I predict tomorrow a bag of spare clothes for her will join mine in the OSHA closet. For a little guy with some prety significant issues, his comic timing is perfect. And as for me, well I guess I just have a ticket to ride.