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It's about 7:57 in the morning when we line up the 30 some kids that were there this morning for breakfast. Nothing particularly unusual about this event with the exception that the lunch staff person decided to make donuts this morning. Well, let me be a little more specific. There are about 15 of the "good" donuts, "good" in this case referring to the freshly made ones with frosting on them, and a number of the "icky" donuts, "icky" here referring to the store bought cinnamon ones.
As a number of kids go through the line it becomes a scene of despair for a particularly difficult 4th grade child when he realizes that eventually we're going to run out of the "good" ones. "I'm not going to get one of the good ones, how come they get them, it's not fair." And yes, this was all said in a single sentence. I'm about to explain to this child that he should've cleaned up the toys he was playing with faster if he wanted to be in the line sooner, or that the "bad" donuts are better, or use some other cruel form of child manipulation when a different scene altogether is laid out before me.
There are two children in front of him and he can clearly see there are 6 donuts left.
(not his name)
"Brian, do the math! It's pretty easy, there are six donuts and only two people in front you, and we already told everyone they may only have one, so don't you think you'll probably get one."
"Well.....yeah."
"Okay then, stop making the kids 4 people back feel bad." See, that's my quick-witted college math at work there.
Peace,
SuspeckTed
As a number of kids go through the line it becomes a scene of despair for a particularly difficult 4th grade child when he realizes that eventually we're going to run out of the "good" ones. "I'm not going to get one of the good ones, how come they get them, it's not fair." And yes, this was all said in a single sentence. I'm about to explain to this child that he should've cleaned up the toys he was playing with faster if he wanted to be in the line sooner, or that the "bad" donuts are better, or use some other cruel form of child manipulation when a different scene altogether is laid out before me.
There are two children in front of him and he can clearly see there are 6 donuts left.
(not his name)
"Brian, do the math! It's pretty easy, there are six donuts and only two people in front you, and we already told everyone they may only have one, so don't you think you'll probably get one."
"Well.....yeah."
"Okay then, stop making the kids 4 people back feel bad." See, that's my quick-witted college math at work there.
Peace,
SuspeckTed
