I was helping Olivia pack her lunch this morning. She was counting dried cherries as she put them in the bag. "I've got 7 of them daddy!" I stuffed a bunch more in.
"Honey, we don't have a dried cherry quota. Do you want some peanuts in here to?"
If this were a movie, cue the ominous music. I have just awakened the number one villain in America's classrooms.
"Daddy, I don't want to go to the PEEEEAAAAANNNNNUUUTTTTT TAAAAABBBBBLLLLLEEEEEE." (Elongated pronunciation added in post-production editing to match the music and the ominous nature of the moment.)
"Can I have a hard boiled egg, daddy?"
"You sure? I don't want you to have to go to the egg table."
"Daddy--there's no egg table!"
peanut table? seriously? wow.
Ah, for the simpler days of yore, when kids could be mocked only for what shoes they wore and which athletes they idolized...
Posted by: Jelani Greenidge | September 16, 2008 at 09:26 AM
Dude. Jelani. It's because of allergies. They separate them because of allergies.
Posted by: Holly Greenidge | September 18, 2008 at 12:18 AM