All right, who is the guilty party? Don’t you hate it when…
In the process of making the kids’ lunches this morning, I go into the crisper drawer, into the grape bag, to discover someone has only left me (2) grapes.
That’s right 1… 2… no vine… just 2 lonely grapes. They looked up at me in fear.
“Hey, kids! I guess you’ll be getting just A grape each today. Would you like that in a plastic baggie? Or just put it in your pocket for break time snack at 10am? If that’s the case, you have to remember not to smash it. Or refuse the temptation to put on your desk and spin it round-n-round (like a record baby, round, round, round)… you might end up getting it confiscated by the teacher.” – wait… that’s my only grape!
I suppose I should have grabbed the marks-a lot marker and simply took the time to draw a mustache and eyes and such (for fun/not eating) and put in their book bag. However, It would probably be my luck, the kids would end up eating them and being poisoned to death.