The Picker

Yes, I said "The Picker." But it's not what you think.

A little boy in my class likes to pick at things. The most common is his clothes. He finds a thread and just picks and picks and picks until there is a BIG hole (we usually can't see him doing it until there is a noticable problem).

Scene 1: Silent Reading the first 15 minutes of the morning.
"Ummm, __________ destroyed his shirt."
Christina and I looked at eachother with the "What does that mean?" look.

The picker had found a piece of string on his shirt that he picked and pulled until... there wasn't a front of his shirt. Oh, he sure had the collor around his neck from the t-shirt but the WHOLE ENTIRE FRONT of his shirt was gone. Like we were told, he destroyed his shirt. We called him the Incredible Hulk behind his back last week.

Then today, the picker strikes again!

Scene 2: This morning in our before-school program he started picking his fingernail (you know how some people's nails are in layers and can be seperated). He picked and picked and picked the top layer of his fingernail until it was like 1/2 inch sticking up. EWWWW!!! I don't know how that didn't hurt.