So I was teaching Bobby McLittleshit football on a regular basis now. Mainly because he would cry whenever I asked him to say the word 'house'. So after not giving a shit about his temper tantrums I eventually found a football in one of the padded rooms (Which sounds a lot more hilarious than it actually is...) and I'd simply kick the plastic ball at him for a while. Luckily for me he liked to go in goal, so it wasn't abuse.
However at one point I dribbled the ball around him, and because the child is an absolute genius, he thought it would be a good idea to try and bite my leg as I was walking past him. Long story short I had to explain to his mum that during an English lesson we were playing football and that I 'may have kicked your son in the face, resulting in his wobbly tooth.....'
Don't ever become an English teacher...