I love my younger brother (learned in 2nd grade). I come from work, he sits upset and shows a diary. I quote: "Dear parents, your son wrote in a pot with flowers at the literature class. Please take action to educate."
While I was roasting, he told me that his teacher did not let him go to the toilet in class and in order not to suck his pants he calmly removed them and soaked them in a pot with a flower.
I called the director. Two minutes later, the teacher called and apologized.