This week I decided to have lunch with Georgia and R.J. at school, an event that was overdue. R.J.’s day was yesterday and I brought Scottie along with me. R.J., being the gentle giant that he is was so happy to see us. No shortage of hugs and kisses, a fact that I’m all too aware will not continue too much longer. After buying Scottie a $3 tray of chessey chicken (Georgia and R.J.’s favorite dish which is basically cream of chicken soup with cheese on instant rice) we sat down to eat. One of the girls that we think has a crush on R.J. said to me “Your son is cute.” to which I responded “thank you, he likes you too.” After thinking about it I asked her which son….she pointed to Scottie…oops. Another kid pointed to Scottie and asked me if he was our new baby. I told him yes. The little boy sitting next to R.J. looked at us and said that we looked alike except that I wear glasses. He said “You know because he is big and you are big.” I think this kid was calling us chubby. At least he was polite.
Today it was Georgia’s turn. Again, Scottie and I show up (this time with a lunch box for Scottie). Scottie had brought a toy with him. It was something he wore on his wrist that shoots discs. I have no idea what it was or where he got it. The 2nd graders were very intrigued with it. One of them asked me if it were a “Bey Blade??” I had no idea what they were asking me and it didn’t help that they all started shouting it at the same time, some from different tables. I looked at my daughter who was equally confused. I finally got one of them to spell it for me. Then they all started giving me their version of what it was…all at once. I still have no idea what this toy is or whether it is what Scottie had.
The assistant teacher who I’ve known for a few years then asked me where I got my sunburn. I told her about my fishing trip this weekend. One of the little girls asked me if I like fishing. I told her I did and she informed me that her father does as well. Then she asked me if I hunt and I told her that I did not, but was planning a duck hunting trip next fall. Another little girl chimed in “Deer is really good.” “Yes I like it too, but I don’t hunt them” I told her. Another asked me what my favorite seafood was and I told them I liked it all, but was partial to oysters. She likes crab better, to which another said “I love crabs, the best place to get them is the casino.” I bet you can get crabs in all that implies at the casino (no I did not say that to the 7 year old). Another told me that “Crab is ‘thebomb.com’ ” When we were done talking about our favorite outdoor activities, seafood, and gambling spots one of the little girls said “My sister is pregnant.” “She is 15.” I said “wow, that’s great dear.” I wonder if she got crabs at the casino. This is the same child that told me before I left (again randomly) that she doesn’t look forward to paying bills on a house when she gets older. Somehow I think she may not have to worry about that.
At some point too people began to ask me if I were previously married to the assistant teacher (I will mention that she is more than a few years older than me, not that it matters of course). I think this got started because they were all saying which teachers they “love” and I told them I “love” Ms. Ruby (after all she has taken care of two of my babies). One of them said to me rather shocked “don’t you love your wife.” I told him that I did love my wife and I don’t even mind paying a house note with her.
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Posted on April 12, 2011
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