Maxi Minx is always (always!) last out of school. I think I know why:
Just imagine all the 4 and 5 year olds of your average Primary 1 class in one enclosed space. I guess it doesn’t matter if they’re starting school in the morning, or finishing class and getting ready to go home. Now, most little kids have trouble with buttons and zips with their wee sausage fingers, so all outdoor clothing comes with velcro. Lots and lots of velcro…
Picture the little blighters fighting their way in and out of their coats, thrashing around, all that velcro flailing about. I reckon at some point they all end up stuck to each other. One wee kid manages to wrench free an arm, but the momentum sticks her to another kid’s hood fastener. He pulls his head out of his pal’s hair only to get his chest stuck to the waistband of his nemesis. The teacher dives in to prevent a murder, but forgets that she’s already put on her kagoul. Which has velcro’d cuffs and sides. She directs her escape from the roiling mass like the spinner-controller of a big game of Twister.
Now you know why Primary 1 teachers look so flustered at the end of the school day.