The cops showed up today. I told the boys that they would be coming. The room got really quiet while he walked into the room and not a soul moved. I told them that he would be collecting some DNA samples to take to the lab. The few boys that didn't believe me last night definitely believed me today.
I gave the poop-atrator one last chance to come forward. I gathered all the boys together one more time and we sat in silence for ten minutes. Again, they begged each other to tell, but alas, no one did. Finally, a quiet boy in the third row spoke up...
[Very quietly] "I know how we can find out who did it."
"Okay, on how would we do that?"
[Very seriously] "Well, we could ask Santa. He knows who's been bad or good."
"You're right! I will have to have a little chat with the big man."
Very creative thinking.
I will keep you abreast of any new news on the bandit front.