Insensitivity

Today's story:

I have a personal buddy  in the preschool classroom (whom I follow around constantly, repeating a refrain of "Use nice hands please," "Keep your feet on the ground please," and "Toys in your hands, not in your mouth!")

I was cleaning up milk that he threw today when he walked over to me from breakfast, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "I burped." (Really, he said "I burp.") I rolled my eyes. I spent the whole walk to the bus praying for the Spirit so that I might have the fruits of the Spirit, and this is about ten minutes into class. "Ms. Julie, I burp!"
"Well, say excuse me." I said in my nicest annoyed voice.
And then I turned around and saw that by burped, he meant that when he burped, a whole flow of previously-swallowed milk and Cheerios also came out.

Ooops.

This is also the same boy who plays with fake money and came over to me one time telling me that he needs change.
"No, you don't." I said. He had all the change from the classroom.
"Miss Julie, I need change!"
"No, you don't." I say with a little more emphasis.
"Poo-poo!" He says.
Oh. He needed changed.

Poor guy. I would've cried if anyone told me 'no, you don't need changed' (if I wore a diaper, anyway) or if I was trying to tell someone I threw up and they made me say "Excuse me."