In fairness it wasn't like Harry ran up to me and tried to attack the teacher, he just kind of had an excitement freakout and I happened to be in proximity. This kid can't control his limbs when he gets too happy and it was a happy day. Well it was supposed to be a happy day, but I ruined it.
I ruined Party Day.
Before I could veto the idea they were chanting "coo-kies, coo-kies" and I had no choice but to give in to an unprecedented "Cookie Party Day."

They were very happy and proud to give me the tickets, but I was moderately disappointed to receive them. I mean thanks kids but this plot looks terrible.
Finally the big day came and I biked to school early for last minute preparations. Most second graders stopped by the English room an hour before class just to set up their snacks.
Harry was one of the exceptions, casually strolling in right as the bell rang. I say bell but it's more of a techno jingle, and its not as bizarre as the classical music that plays in our bathrooms. The classical music is not as bizarre as the fact students wave to me while I'm in the bathroom, because the doors are glass.
"Teacha."...
"Teacha why?!"...
"Bad teacha."...
"A-dik teacha hate cookies."...
"Why you hate cookies teacha?"...
Yes I prefer salts over sweets but I do not hate cookies. No one tells me I hate cookies. Thank you for using English though.
Eventually Harry returned under the agreement that he would apologize to the teacher and his classmates. He sat motionless at his desk while a few of the less violent students tried to force feed him chips. Harry loves food but his mouth wouldn't open. Every forced bite would just crumple on his closed lips and collect on the desk in front of him. This continued for the last ten minutes of class. Cookie Party Day ended, my second graders somberly left school, and I haven't seen them since.