Today, as I led the line down to the cafeteria, Will, the line leader, took my hand. He was having a really good day, which was making me quite happy. Him taking my hand was the icing on the cake. As we walked past the teacher’s room, he looked up at me, and whispered, “Is that a restaurant?”
“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked.
“In there, is that a restaurant?” He repeated.
“No that’s the teacher’s room… that’s where we eat our lunch,” I explained… all the while thinking about the no voices in the hallway rule.
“Oh, so it IS a restaurant!” He reasoned.
“Well there are no waiters or fancy tablecloths,” I continued.
“Oh, so it’s like MacDonalds!” He surmised.
“Well, kind of… but teachers bring their food from home,” I said.
“Oh, you eat at that restaurant?” He asked.
“Everyday,” I finished.
And I do.