Wah!

 Jesus Christ…they cry if you try and get them to join in with the others, they cry if they feel left out, they cry if someone tells on them and then cry even more if you tell them that actually they’re not in trouble at all and the little wretch who grassed them up is in the shit instead, they cry if they think someone’s going to tell on them and they cry if they think someone said something about them which in fact they didn’t. They really turn on the waterworks if they try to storm away from you in an act of defiance and trip over and land on their arse and feel like a complete tit. They cry when you offer to relieve them of their playtime because they couldn’t be bothered to work in the lesson and they cry even more if you actually do it. You should hear the noise they make when they fall over into a big pile of fox’s shit in the playground and get it all down their fronts.

Fuck me; six year olds don’t half cry! And that was just today.