Eating lunch with our kindergarten class is the highlight of my day.
26 lively conversationalist all sharing 26 different stories, usually at the same time with the same high-pitched, I-can-talk-louder-than-you-can cafeteria voice.
Their voices cover a variety of tones and questions:
1.”Mrs. MacPherson, Mrs. MacPherson, Mrs. MacPherson, can you open this??”
2. “Mrs. MacPherson, Mrs. MacPherson, Mrs. MacPherson, can you close this?”
3. “Mrs. MacPherson, can you come to my birthday party?” (Often planned 11 1/2 months in advance; it includes a pony and a piñata, and without any notice to their family).
4. “Mrs. MacPherson, can I go to the nurse? I. think. I’m. going. to. puke!” (Often unplanned and without any notice to anyone).
A lot goes on in the school cafeteria.
Someone is always trying to trade someone something for something and I usually get handed a variety of supplements to add to my own packed lunch.
I’m often given a Ziplock, snack size bag of bite-sized Chip Ahoy cookies, an occasional dented organic juice box, seedless grapes, or my all time favorite… 1/2 of a squished bologna and cheese sandwich (covered with ketchup).
Fine dining with some very fine friends.