A Day in the Life of, er, Teacher Beautybutt

Once upon a time, Crazy Day at preschool was simply a day to wear crazy hair.
It's still a day to wear crazy hair, dress differently than usual, and for the past two years my 4 & 5 year old classes have REALLY latched onto the idea to make Crazy Day truly, well, Crazy. Most significantly, this has involved using an alternate Crazy Name for this one day, a name of one's choosing that anyone at school can call you on this day only. Most of the students come to school and announce their names to be written onto name tags with a lot of enthusiasm. There are typically some surprises, some funny choices, some sensational choices, and some taking on of each others' names. 

But the real 'excitement' this year was when the kids then asked me what my crazy name was. 

Naturally, I was crazy enough to ask them for suggestions. 

Here are 13 out of 18 suggestions that were made: 
Butthead, Poopyface, Buttcheek, Eyeball Head, Dinosaurs Everywhere, Butt Toilet, Butt Toilet Butt Head, Toot Toot, Tootybutt, Beautybutt, Teacher Toilet, Poopoo Butt Toilet Butt, Fancy Pants. 

Notice a theme? 

We have a lot of conversation around minimizing the intrusion of bathroom words, because they simpler aren't comfortable words for everyone. We have rules for where they can be said (in the bathroom, privately), and rules about calling people only the name they come to school with or is part of a complicit game. I know how much attention they pay this agreement because they exhibited PRECISE understanding of how and when these words are not generally to be used at school by offering them to me as my crazy name. Exactly one child adopted a name of this ilk for her Crazy Name for herself. But the absolute permission to be crazy, and give a sensationally crazy name to me was overwhelmingly powerful for most students. The thrill of crossing the sensational boundary was full of giggles and recognition of how the rules and social norms could bend with guided permission. The looks on their faces were priceless.

I thanked everyone for their fabulously crazy suggestions that day.

I sort of kind of really wanted to be Teacher Beautybutt for the day. But honestly, I hear my name a lot at school and although I successfully addressed a student as Butthead to her sheer delight all day, I suspected I'd live to regret laughing through any further mention of Beautybutt, not to mention risk a perverse favoritism. 

I took a stab at choosing my crazy name with a nod to their inspiration. 

Alas, nobody called me Miss Fizzlerumpus all day.