Not the real kid
Today was the first day of school and my day off at Magpies so I promised my teacher/friends that I would come help out with kindergarten lunch. By the time I got there at noon, the teachers and kids seemed to be handling the first day pretty well.
Except one little boy...who could be heard crying from 2 rooms away. Apparently he had been crying all morning...off and on...louder and softer....but never stopping completely. I promised him I would find a sticker if he would quit crying and that worked for a few minutes. But then he cranked back up.
Twenty minutes later in the cafeteria....I am helping him through the line...he's crying the whole time. Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring....just going through the motions of getting his lunch and walking to his table....showing him where to sit. Then I move on to help others. Happy others.
While still crying at the lunch table, I went up to him again and tried to console him. Everyone else who had handled him was pretty frazzled by now....including me and I had only been there 30 minutes.
Me: You need to eat or you're going to be so hungry.
Him: waaaaaa......I'm not hungry..........waaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me: You really need to eat....so stop crying. The day will be over soon.
Him: waaaaaa......Call my mom.....tell her I'm bad...... I don't care..... tell her anything........ waaaaa......... just get me outta here! waaaaaaaa
Okay...I'm not laughing about his crying ....but you have to admit that's pretty funny. Tell her I'm bad...I don't care....
And just so you know, back in the classroom after lunch I actually saw him not crying. Of course, I got to leave so not sure how long he stayed that way.
Yes, I miss that stuff.
But walking out to my car in the most dreadful heat permeating off the cement...sweat rolling down my face and neck...I smiled to think I didn't have to do car duty ever again.