Needless to say, I wanted to spend lunch with as many of them as I could. Since I would be missing Bug’s lunch, I opted to show up for Bebe’s and stay for Shorty’s. Bebe was already expecting me so she wasn’t too shocked to see me. However, Shorty thought I might come another day this week for him but hee was happy that I would be staying to visit with him also.
Who knew that having lunch with 1st grade girls and Kindergarteners would teach me a thing or 2 about my children.
Here’s what I learned today at school:
1. My Bebe has joined the hierarchy of girls.
While we were eating our stuffed crust pizzas and chicken fajitas, we discussed tonight’s dinner menu. I informed her that I would be making one of her favorites.
“Yum!” She replied and leaned over to tell her “good” friend, *M* about our dinner plans, to which, M replied,
“Do I look like I care?”
Ooooh rudeness, to say that I am glad that she is not my daughter is an understatement.
As I was just about to speak up and defend my daughter’s esteem, another girl sat down and said, “Wanna hear this song I just made up?” My daughter, never one to pass up a new tune to annoy me with promptly replied, “Sure.”
Once the song was finished, my daughter looked at her cooly, and replied, “I already know that one.” And it’s not what she said, it’s how she said it. If you have daughters yourself, you know what I mean by this. A little bit of snarky mixed with know-it-all.
Yup.
There went the plan to make *M* two sizes too small for being catty to my girl, I now need to worry about my girl doing it to someone else.
I am not too sure what to do about this.
While we were eating and *M* had decided to flit about somewhere else, (thank goodness.) Bebe confided that *M* calls her names and occassionally smacks her. For instance, when *M* came to sit with us, she smacked Bebe hard enough on the back that Bebe choked back some tears she normally would have let fly had this been one of her brothers. The smack was a greeting I guess and I probably should’ve spoken up and said something but I only heard it (not really knowing what it was until Bebe said something and *M* was gone again) and didn’t see it. I know it’s not an excuse but I think I need to talk to my daughter and let her form her own opinions about friends like *M* but not without some motherly guidance first. While we’re having our mother-daughter chat, I also need to bring up her attitude towards the little girl with the made up song.
The 2nd thing I learned is this:
Shorty is the mac daddy of the kindergarten set.
He actually dissed sitting with me and Bebe (and Peanut cause where I go, he goes) to sit with 3 other little girls.
At first he did sit down with us, but one little girl whom he is really good friends with, wanted him to sit with her but she didn’t want to leave the other 2 girls behind to sit with us. Ok. So he picks up his tray and over to the other table he goes to sit with 2 little cuties on his left, and 1 on his right. Sigh.
I am sure that this is only the beginning. Though I do have to admit, he looked mighty cute sitting there eating up the female attention. When I told him goodbye and to remember to eat his untouched vegetables, all 3 girls pipe up that they will make sure he eats them. Double Sigh.
How proud I must be, right? (insert sarcasm)
As for talks with him, I am afraid that I must leave that to my hubby, as I too am somewhat turned to jelly by Shorty’s charm and wit.
Triple sigh.
