A Bird in the Hand

Eight year old William persisted in fidgeting with something at his desk. Repeatedly, I asked him to put "it" away and to get back to his work. After three reminders I marched over to his desk and said "William, I've given you three chances and now It's going in my desk drawer until June." William face was aghast as I neared his desk. "Give it to me" I barked as I held out my hand and leaned in to see what it was. Poor William was holding his penis.