lunch with the kindergartener

Last Thursday G told me about his friend’s dad who came to eat lunch with them that day at school.

“Oh, can we do that?” I asked him.

“Yeah!  You wanna come and eat with me, too?”

If he’s asking then I’m answering yes.  But with Little Missy’s preschool adjourning simultaneous to the start of G’s lunch, we couldn’t eat with him until today, a day that she doesn’t have school. 

This morning Little Missy, Baby Chickadee and I got there a little early and waited outside the cafeteria for G’s class.  Down the hall they came with G at the end, smiling and waving and proud to have us there.  I love that boy.

We followed the kids to the kitchen, picked up our lunches, I paid, and Mrs. O sat us at the end of the table to make room for Baby Chickadee’s stroller.  Then we proceeded to eat while kids were excited and laughing and the lunch aides maintained control.  I’ve gotta hand it to those women, they have a system and it works.  A very fast 20 minutes later we had to clean up our trays and then quietly sit against the wall until the end of lunch.  Little Missy, who I watched eat at her normal pace, barely touched her food.  That girl is going to have to learn to pick up the speed next year or she’ll waste away.

I loved sitting next to him, watching him talk with his friends while he ate and told me about the lunchroom.  This may have to be a regular occurrence.