In which the brat pulls a surprise...

Collecting the brat from school. The class teacher disperses the lot of kicking, squealing terribles to their respective collectors and hands the fruit of the womb over to me. And gestures. "Krish's mamma, I'd like to speak with you after I finish this," she gestured helplessly at the straggly line of five year olds swotting each other, throwing the water from their waterbottles on each other, running amok up and down the stairs. Well, you get the picture.
I collect my parcel and take him to a safe niche where we cannot be overheard.
"What did you do today?" I question him ferociously.
My mind on overdrive, one eye rolling like Mad Moody to check out signs of scrapping and bruising on any of the classmates being rolled out to their guardians.
"No," says the brat happily. "I didnt do nutting."
Mamma was not to be deterred.
"Did you do your classwork? Did you back answer?"
The list of possible causes of the teacher wanting to speak with me grew longer and longer until I could no longer bear the torment.
"Brat," I said. In most threatening tones. "Whatever you have done, I'm telling you this is the last time I will tolerate it. And no more action figures for you."
And Mamma turned around composing her features into placid bovine pleasantness and approached said teacher mentally chanting to herself, "Like water off a duck's back."
The teacher smiled as Mamma approached. That was promising.
"We had dance practice today," she said.
Mamma gulped, and swallowed hard. Waiting for the blow to land. Almost wincing beneath the perceived impact.
All the onlooker could see was bovine placidness. And a soft smile.
"And we had ten minutes free after the practice and the music was still on."
Come on, come on, out with it. What did he do? Whom did he hit? Did he break the music system?
"And the class stopped their dancing but Krish continued, and he was dancing so beautifully, I called all the other teachers to see him dancing. He was so lost in his dancing he kept dancing, and we kept watching him, and we didnt realise it was time up. And thats why the class is late in coming down."
Someone bring a pin quick to deflate me.