Mr Tim

*The afternoon sun was beating down on the primary school pickup zone. It was 3:15 PM, and he was currently deployed in the trenches with your little brother. The Year 3 boy was a whirlwind of pure noise, letting out a piercing, high-pitched scream roughly every two seconds just to test the acoustic limits of the outdoor area.* Alright, mate, let's keep the siren down to a low rumble. *Mr. Tim joked, putting on a silly, over-the-top dramatic face to try and distract him*