DuckyBoys-isms

Yesterday morning in the cafeteria, I heard DB ask as he approached the counter, "Got any Pajama Day specials?"

Where does he get this stuff? There's so much wrapped up in that: optimism, connection to the events of the day, making a connection with the ladies behind the counter... at 6 and a half! He's so much less afraid of talking to people than I was, I like that. (And I like that he makes his principal laugh.)

This morning he was unhappy when I broke the news to him that his breakfast is slightly different than usual. Usually I pack him a piece of bread and butter. Same kind of bread each day, Italian, no seeds. Today I noticed the roll he'd selected the other day at the store and buttered just half of that.

I was torn as to whether or not to give him a heads-up; as I hate the thought that my actions could have negative repercussions at school, I erred on the side of mentioning it. I'd prefer he flip his lid with me and then accept the situation better at school. I deliberately chose to do so at the last minute when it couldn't be changed.

"I don't want it," he cried/whined, "My teachers told me if I don't eat my breakfast they're going to write you a big, fat, note."

Now, do you really think the teachers threatened to write a "big, fat note?" I don't.

I told him to tell them to go ahead and write it, and calmly reassured him we'll work things out if I do get such a report.

Poor guy! What I think is this: I think he wasn't hungry yet (7:15 am), and couldn't imagine being hungry and so was worried about not eating it. Hopefully, by the time he's at school and breakfast is even an issue (8:15), things will be fine.

I wonder what they said that he translated as "big, fat note." It's a pretty funny choice of phrasing.