The second graders in Zuki's school have lunch at 9:50 am. To me, that's brunch. Minus the cocktail. So from 10:30 until school gets out at 2:30, they're running on fumes. By the time they're dismissed, the kids are like ravenous zombies.
It wasn't surprising then, that Desmond (Zuki's schoolmate) said, "I wish a hot meal would fall out of the sky."
"Yeah," Zuki agreed, licking his lips.
I could only imagine what "hot meal" he was thinking of. He's such an air head, he was probably thinking of a ham and cheese sandwich.
Seeing that this was not Cloudy with a chance of meatballs, Desmond then wished aloud for something else.
"I wish I had some cash."
Good wish, I thought and agreed out loud.
"I wish a thousand dollars would fall out of the sky." He said.
It's no wonder Desmond's in the "Gifted" class. That's a pretty abstemious number to wish for, especially for a seven year old boy. Most kids who would wish for money are like congress, I want a billion-gazillion-five-hundred-zero-forty cents!
Luckily, Samu wasn't there to be part of the conversation. He always has to upstage everybody. This morning, he said to me, "Mommy, I can spell "December" with my eyes closed!"
He closed his eyes and said, "D - E - C- M - B - E - R - E - R."
So much for that trick. Next time, I'll tell him to keep his eyes open.