Thursday, September 29, 2016
My grand guy has been asking me to come to his school for lunch, so today we made our plans for him to meet me on the bench at the bottom of the stairs. Because this year he's old enough that his class room is upstairs. A rite of passage.
Two of his friends could eat at our table with us. He chose a football team buddy, and to his dismay, a little girl in his class asked if she could sit with us. He very nicely said yes, even though he then had to tell a couple of his other buddies that he was "maxed out."
I learned that when the lights are turned off, everyone is supposed to stop talking. Too noisy. I learned that there is an orderly way for the kids to leave the lunch room. I might have learned that my grand guy is so sweet, but I already knew that.
I also learned that I had to check in at the office and get a badge, but that no one checked my bag. Old lady white privilege.
My bag had a power salad from Wendy's, minus the chicken. I won't be ordering that again. And, it had a bag of Oreos so I could share a few cookies with Aaron's friends.