“Did you hear about this?”
I looked up.
My attention had been split between telling Tornado S “no, eating your soft pretzel is not dinner; you have to eat the stuff shells and green beans too” and telling Tornado A “no, leave your sippy cup alone; stop experimenting with gravity and liquid.” He was supposed to have his attention on Tornado E. Zone coverage at its best.
Tornado E turned his body towards me. I turned my attention to him.
Tornado E: I got lunch detention today.
The first I had heard of it.
Tornado E: Well, C was talking to me. And that attracted me to talk to him. So *I* to talk back to him.
Me: When its class time, you can’t. You have to tell him to wait until break, recess, or lunch.
Tornado E: We were passed break.
Me: Then tell him to wait. And if he doesn’t listen, ignore him.
Tornado E: I can’t annoy him. He’s my friend.
I turned my face because I couldn’t hold back the smile any longer. My mother’s curse struck again. “You’ll have a child just like you.” I wondered how many times I explained my detentions to my parents. For the very same reason. This is going to be a long 12 years.
At least I didn’t laugh over his word choice.