It is lunch time at preschool. Littleb sits with all of his little friends, around their miniature tables, displaying manners he would never think of using at home. And feeding himself. Another task he prefers not to take on at home.
His teacher notices he is too busy talking to eat and tells him the lunch period is almost over, so he might want to eat up.
Littleb: Well, it is ok if I don't eat because my mom is making a big dinner tonight.
Teacher: Oh really? What are you having?
Littleb: A roast and broccoli
Teacher: That sounds good. What kind of roast?
Littleb: A roast with a dead turtle inside it.
Teacher: Oh....well....that sounds interesting...where does your mother get her turtles?
Littleb: She gets them on the beach. She has a pail that she uses. The turtles are in the sand. There are live ones and there are dead ones. She only takes the dead ones.
Teacher: And then she puts them in the roast?
Littleb: Yeah, she takes the dead turtle and she puts it into the roast and she cooks it. It's good.
Teacher: Yes, it sounds good...
God that kid cracks me up. As if I'd ever cook broccoli.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have some turtle gathering to do. The turtles tend to die most often right about this time and I like to get in on the harvest early. Before the other moms grab them all.
Happy weekend, friends.