I stop at the bottom of the stairwell waiting to pick up my Third Graders from art class. With a sandwich baggie in my hand, I continue to eat the remaining scraps of my scrumptious banana bread my husband so kindly purchased for me from a restaurant this weekend.
By this time, a Kindergarten class comes marching along down the hallway with their bubbles in their mouths and their hands on their hips, like their incredible, I-still-don’t-know-quite-how-they-do-it Kindergarten teachers have taught them. They stop at the “Stop Sign” across from me, as they await their teacher’s next direction.
Immediately the first student, the line leader of course, locks eyes with me and my banana bread baggie.
He looks between me and the banana bread baggie a few times before he finally meets my curious gaze with a puzzled look.
Then he firmly states, “It’s not snack time.”
I giggle to myself, “Maybe not for you, but right now it is for me.”
Now I appreciate not only that our Kindergarteners know how to walk in the halls, but I also appreciate that they know when snack time is and that it’s not – like I have suggested – in the hallway….
Well, at least not for them. Haha!