Last week was National School Lunch Week. Our school always celebrates by inviting the parents to have lunch with their children during the week.
On Monday I had lunch with Mason (kindergarten) and Jackson (first grade). They weren't expecting me, so it was a nice surprise. They were also happy when I gave them money for ice cream.
On Wednesday, when I was supposed to have lunch with Carter and Taylor, the power was out at the school, lunch times were shifted ahead and I missed it. I would have gone Thursday, but Carter had a field trip.
Yesterday I surprised both Carter (third grade) and Taylor (fifth grade) and showed up for lunch. Although they weren't expecting me, I don't think they were very surprised to see me.
There's such a difference in age groups. With the younger kids, the boys' classmates came around me like flies to honey. The other children sat next to me and continually tried to get my attention, leaving little time for conversation between me and my boys.
In fifth grade I was the repellent. Kids scattered like I was bug spray. One boy was nice enough to stay.
It was fun. This will be the last (and only) year that all four boys will be in the same school together. Next year Taylor will head to middle school. Am I old enough for that? Wait. Don't answer that ...