Some of you have remarked that perhaps I got my sense of humour from my Dad - well, this tale of his still makes me giggle over 30 years later. It isn't true but it was one of his favourites!
'Alright, so someone here is leaving puddles on the floor and I need to know who it is. We're all going to close our eyes, including me, and then I want the person responsible to come to the front of the classroom, take a piece of chalk, walk behind the easel and write their name on the back of the blackboard. Then after class we can have a secret little talk and see how we can sort the toilet training problem out. No-one else will know. I'm going to close my eyes and turn my back and I want all of you to close your eyes tightly and put your heads on your desks'.
The little ones nodded and all closed their eyes and dutifully put their heads down on their desks.
'Right' said the teacher, 'my turn now, and don't worry - you won't get into trouble - we just need to sort out the problem' At that point she turned her back and closed her eyes.
After a little wait she heard a chair being pushed back and the patter of feet to the front of the classroom, then behind the easel. This was followed by slow and very drawn out careful screeching of the chalk on the blackboard as the culprit 'wrote their name'. Afterwards, the little feet pitter pattered back, the chair scraped again and the teacher announced that everyone could open their eyes.
She then walked behind the blackboard to see whose name had been written there - and promptly skidded in a puddle almost doing the splits before sliding across the floor and landing in a heap.
Then she collected herself and looked up at what was written behind the blackboard and this is what it said, in childish writing:
THE FANTUM PIDDLER STRYKES AGAYN
End of Tuesday's Tale :))