Today, my student "Kirby" who has claimed me as "his" in many was
DUMPED me for an Oscar Mayer Lunchable. After three year old Kirby
pee'd on my feet, told other kids who tried to touch me "No, Mine" and
physically removed their hands from me, proclaimed his love and
adoration for me daily for months...decided that a Lunchable was much
more powerful than the love he had for me. He told his mother he did
not want to go see Miss Rosie today because he wanted to eat the
Lunchable she had in her car.
The question left in my poor broken heart...was this just a regular Lunchable I was getting dumped for or did it at
least come with a drink and
Reeses cup. I mean... I would hope I would get picked over a regular Lunchable...I can let the issue go if there was a
Reeses cup involved...
But
(sniff, sniff) I knew all along the fastest way to a man's heart was
through his stomach so when it came to Miss Rosie vs. the
Lunchable...there could only be one clear winner...
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