Elijah’s only been working at the kindergarten thing for a week now, but I already have an intense desire to be a fly on the wall, following him around. Who can blame me? We know how he interacts with us, but how does he really interact with others when we’re not around? My curiosity is strong enough that I would gladly turn myself into a musca domestica for a few days.
For example, on Thursday Elijah comes home from school and opens his lunch box. He pulls out a grilled cheese sandwich and starts munching. He didn’t go to school with a grilled cheese sandwich.
His version of the story? The kid next to him at lunch was going to throw it away. “No,” Elijah told him, “the ladies who make the lunch worked hard for that sandwich. Someone has to eat it.”
My guess? He somehow talked the kid into trading it to him for two goldfish crackers. But again, who knows? Only the fly on the wall…
