Monday, September 9, 2013

The Perils of Popcorn

Big milestones happening around here.  Micah turns FOUR this week and last week the Bigs completed their first week of school.  The good news is that Isaiah got to choose prizes out of the "treasure box" three times, which means that he probably didn't drive his teacher too crazy.  As for Micah, his first two days of preschool went about as well as can be expected on his end.  Unfortunately, my report card didn't come out as clean.


Yup, I got a lunch citation on the first day of school.  Now, I'm not turning up my nose one iota at the seriousness of food as choking hazards because I have certainly heard the very real horror stories of kids choking on whole grapes.  What I can't help but giggle at a bit is that this little wrist-slapping came on account of the bag of popcorn I sent with Micah's lunch.

Micah.  As in, the kid who shoves popcorn by the handful into his face when we have family movie night.  Micah.  As in, the boy who can cram an entire cupcake in his mouth in about 4 seconds flat.
Micah.  As in, the son who routinely eats Play Doh and random crud he picks up from the Target parking lot.

This is how my conversation with him went when I picked him up from school that first day:

Me:  Micah!  How was your first day of school?
Micah:  Teacher take my popcorn away.
Me:  Yeah, I see the note that was left in your folder.  I'm sorry buddy.  I made a mistake.
Micah:  Teacher take my popcorn away.
Me:  Yes honey, I know.  Was there anything else fun you did today?  Did you get to practice letters or go play on the playground?
Micah:  Teacher take my popcorn away because you make a mistake.  Don't do it again.

I swear, it was like a scene straight out of "Convos With My 2 Year Old."



On the bright side, he didn't tackle anyone for playing with the train table, so I'm going to call this one a win.  And now I know not to send popcorn in his lunch.

In the name of full disclosure, I'm just going to admit right now that I gave him that popcorn the second he was safely strapped in the van.  The hysterical sobbing quit pretty much immediately, but he has continued to remind me of my first day failure every day since.

The way I figure it, if this is the worse moment of his school year, I'm doing pretty well.

Happy Monday, friends!

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