Peace Lunch

Last night my son and I talked about what he was taking to school today.   On Friday’s they have a fund raiser for this or that (there have been multiple) and the children can elect to have a slice of pizza for two dollars, two slices for four dollars or three slices for six dollars.   My son likes pizza and has typically joined in on the Friday fund raisers.

We talked about this particular one and how it wasn’t Hungry Howie’s pizza and how that was a shame because that was his favorite pizza.   He said he probablly should take two snacks because he had gotten hungry on the days prior at school.   He selected his snacks, put them in his backpack and that was that.

Today he went off to school and after lunch I got a call from his fill-in teacher, to discuss how he was doing in class because he’s had an issue getting work done this week.  In summary there, we basically had a serious discussion with my son, explaining we had run out of options and he had to get his work done or he would be doing work after school, until bedtime if necessary, because he had the responsibility to get the work done.   Let’s call it a mild threat.   Let’s say we were holding him accountable and not letting him get away with any, “I can’t focus” reasons.

He was bribed in a way because he wanted to watch a video after school.  And that simple offer worked.   His teacher called and said he’d worked all morning, hard, getting everything done easily—which he has full capability to do—and she was going to have to find extra work for him to do this afternoon.   So good news there; we’re hoping we can continue that trend, but more on that front as it unfolds.

Then she told me how he didn’t have a lunch.  Wait, hold on, oh…crap, it’s Thursday, not Friday when the pizza fundraiser was.   My son and I had both gotten the days confused.   Not to worry though, she said, they had had Peace Lunch (or maybe it’s Piece Lunch) in which every student in the class shares a little bit of their lunch.   She said the children love to do this when it happens and my son had eaten everything he’d been given—including three cheese sticks, which incidentally he won’t eat when I put them in his lunch box.

So good day all around and a happy Peace Lunch for my son.   He was more than pleased to show us his completed work plan when he got home and to sit in front of the television and watch the 50 Fortnite Fails YouTube video with his father and laugh at all the crazy antics.

The Big Boy Update:  Before bed tonight my son looked at their bunk beds and said, “mom, did you get this hunk-a-junk from China?”   I told him no, we had gotten it from the furniture store down the road.   He said he wasn’t sure because he saw Chinese writing on it somewhere.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter has a love hate relationship with the puppy.   She plays with her, kisses her, hugs her and then cries when the puppy wants to play back with her little sharp teeth, just wanting to play tug of war with anything handy.   Fortunately we have a lot of dog toys around and my daughter is learning how to drag the dog all around with a toy in the dog's mouth, growling back at her and laughing.