I am pretty sure my school’s cafeteria doesn’t serve coffee… or Red Bull, and I’m pretty sure the ravioli wasn’t spiked, but you’d never know it after hearing Joey talk to me during Center Time.
Of course he was interrupting my conversation with another child.
Of course he spoke faster than one of those supersonic trains in Japan.
Of course he is still learning about personal space and his face was about two inches from mine.
Here’s what he rattled off in about five seconds:
I fixed the ‘puters.
Guess what? Guess how?
One wasn’t on and guess what?
I moved the mouse and then,
With that, he pivoted on his feet, turned around, and sped off.
I’m going to ask our lunch ladies what was in that ravioli today.