My boys were in desperate need of a
When we arrived all the chairs were full.
Chase and I entertained ourselves with light conversation.
Cole entertained everyone else.
It is always interesting to me what we can learn from our kids in a few brief minutes.
"I am starving MOM", said Chase.
"Why would you be starving? Didn't you eat lunch?", I inquired.
"Sorta what? Sorta you did or sorta you didn't?" I snapped.
"Sorta I didn't."
"Why would you not eat? Refresh my memory... did you pack lunch today or buy?" I asked.
He replied, "Sorta."
Don't you love it when you are trying to make conversation with your child and they want to be difficult and make you ask 100 questions to find out the answer to one flippin' question?
"Okay Chase... tell me did you or didn't you eat lunch, what did you eat if you did, and was it good? Oh, and why are you starving?"
"Do you promise not to be mad at me Mom?" he asked.
"Why would I be mad? Just answer my questions!" I blurted.
Finally he answered, "Yes-I -was-served-lunch-it-was-yams-and-green-beans-No-I-did-not-eat-it."
"Chase for the love of all things holy... why did you only have yams and green beans?"
He spoke quietly as he murmured, "Because I did not have any money left on my lunch card."
"WHAT! What do you mean you did not have any money on your card? What do you mean you only got yams and green beans and a cup to get water out of the sink? When did you find out your card balance was "0"? Where was your teacher? Who else knows about this?" I
That is where I think I had the attention of everyone in the barber shop.
It was me or Cole.
Cole was doing some sort of break dance move on the
Maybe it was Cole.
All eyes were on "US".
I really don't get mad easily.
Just don't mess with my babies and their food though.
Apparently, a note was to be sent home that very day stating that I owed $4.10.
The policy is that once you owe more than $3.50 on your card, your child will be served a PB&J sandwich or something like that.
I was not aware my child's card had a balance to be paid.
I just write a check periodically for an amount and they let me know when I need to send more.
I volunteer at the school .
I am always willing to do my part.
I am sure there were lots of children receiving free or reduced lunch that day.
Why then was MY child served yams and green beans for lunch?
Why did his teacher not give him the $1.50 it costs for lunch?
She knows where to reach me.
She knows I would pay her back.
Heck, I would probably bake her cookies in gratitude.
I was mad.
I was quite upset.
Okay... I was furious!
Upon leaving the barber shop, I whipped into the nearest Bojangles to feed my child's poor, empty stomach.
The next day, I spoke with the Guidance Counselor.
She was very apologetic.
She could not have been nicer.
She assured me that it would never happen again.
Forward to today.
I took my kids to school this morning.
The principal greeted us.
She opened the car door for the kids to get out.
She leaned in and apologized for the "lunchroom" incident.
She said they had held a special meeting about it.
She also said they had changed their policy and it would never happen again.
It was that easy.
Maybe tomorrow I will call the Guidance Counselor about the quality of food being served, or the cleanliness of some of the restrooms, or maybe the amount of "Mommy projects" being assigned this week.
What do you think?