Loo-phemisms

Diminutive, polite and slightly posh, Mrs H always seemed out of place at the inner city primary school. Her 5 year old charges were mostly as rough as sandpaper. If they spoke English, it wasn't our Queen's.

A problem arose concerning 'misuse' of the boy's toilet. Mrs H needed to nip it in the bud.

"Children! One of the boys has used the wrong toilet and has left something where it shouldn't be."

Further explanation was clearly required.

"Some of you might call it poo, some might call it big jobs..."

"Well I call it shit!"

Then they all knew!