This may actually totally bore you to tears. But as my journal I have GOT to record this for posterity.
Had Logan’s conference a couple of days ago, and the teacher told us this story as an example of the joy he brings to the classroom.
They count the days they’ve been in school… It’s been something like 48 days now. Each morning, Logan walks into the classroom, greets his teacher, and then proceeds to the back of the classroom where his cubby is. He then opens his backpack, takes out his snack and looks into the snack bag. At which point, no matter what’s going on in the classroom, “MRS. [TEACHER]!!!!! OH MY GOSSSSSHHHHH. I GOT [insert common snack item here] IN MY SNACK!! THAT IS SOOOOOOO COOOOOL!!!”
Every.Single.Morning.
Apparently, the teacher loves his reaction to his snack so much she had him show another teacher (who happens to be Joseph’s teacher from last year.) Why? Because that teacher was having a rough morning, and wanted to give her a smile.
Until a couple of days ago. He came in as normal, goes to the back, and does the daily snack check. This time, however, he sank to the floor, “Oooohhhh Nooooooo.” The teacher said she heard him and just knew that something was wrong, as that is just NOT the reaction he gives to his snack. She actually went to comfort him and find out what was wrong when she heard him. As she put it, “He is just so exuberant that this was a real 9-1-1 moment for him!” Why? The oh-so-dreaded applesauce was in there.
She calmed him down by telling him that he could take it home (“But I don’t want that STUFF in my house!”) and let his daddy know that that’s not what he likes. And he did.
And needless to say, there was no more applesauce in the snack.
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