I'm So Fast

Silver Lee comes to read with me at 10:00. At 10:00, his class takes a trip to the bathroom. Since first graders are very routine-oriented, Silver Lee, and the rest of his class, feel the urge to use the bathroom at this time. Needless to say when he's with me, Silver Lee always has to pee.
At first I let him go whenever he asked. It's hard to determine whether a kid really needs to go or if he's just yanking your chain. But then he started taking ridiculously long amounts of time in the bathroom, and I knew he was playing me. I even had to ask a staff member to enter the boy's bathroom and check on him before I wised up.
"I hafta go tooda bafroom."
"Alright. But I'm timing you."
"You timin' me?"
"Yes."
"Aw yeah! So cool!"
So I timed him. It worked. He was in, then out, in a matter of seconds. From then on, whenever I could hear him washing his hands I would start to count, "95... 96..."
The sound of paper towel sheets being quickly yanked out of their holder. "97... 98..."
The sound of little footsteps on linoleum, tearing around the corner. "99..."
"Oh! Oh man! I'm so fast! I'M SO FAST!"

And he was fast. Just don't ask me how long it took him to remember to wash with soap.