Before they could start the recipe their bags needed to be packed - and they were.
Before they could start the recipe they had to sit around our mat space, beautifully - and they sat.
When we started the recipe they had to take turns - and they did.
When we started the recipe they had to wait patiently - and they did.
As we dished our "poos" onto the trays we had to be careful - and they were.
As we moulded our "poos" we had to be sensible, and not get it past our finger tips - and they were.
When I said "When you have finished your poo you need to go outside and wash your hands" - they laughed.
When I asked one of my cherubs who was just outside the door "Have you made your poo?" - 'my' parents sniggered.
When I said "If you managed to keep your hands clean while you made your poo, you don't need to wash them, you can just come and sit on the floor" - the parents from up the corridor looked on in horror!
Yes, there is nothing better than POO - except, maybe, being known as that rather unusual, eccentric new teacher!