Last week I had a student move. I really wanted to celebrate this little human before he headed out. He had only been with us about 8 weeks, which we knew would be the case when he arrived.
‘I would really like to have a special snack to celebrate you before you leave us. What would you like? It can be ANYTHING I can buy at the store’
‘Mmmm. Ehhhh. Nothing, thanks.’
Ugh. He was leaving that day. He had found out the night before that they were going home.
‘Are you sure? It can be anything. Little Debbie’s, Oreo’s, candy bars, chips, ice cream bars, popsicles, whatever is your favorite thing–I will get that thing for you.’
‘Well. I’d like graham crackers.’
Wow. Most kids would have jumped on the junk food festival I was offering and this little guy wants graham crackers.
Later in the day I checked in with him to make sure that graham crackers were, indeed, what he desired.
‘I would take ice cream sandwiches if you wanted to get some.’
‘Dude, you got it!’
I haven’t been rewarded with many smiles from him in the eight weeks he’s been with us–but I got one that day.
So I delivered them to the library and headed off to the store. I bought three kinds of ice cream sandwiches–regular flavor, chocolate lovers and Neapolitan.
Imagine my surprise when I discover that these kids do not know about Neapolitan ice cream. As I enlighten them to it’s greatness, I tell them the story of my brother and I who thought Neapolitan was a ‘naughty’ word. We would say it behind our mothers back and whisper it to each other. When we would go for an ice cream treat, we would get Neapolitan just we could say the ‘bad’ word. Whenever we heard it, we would be like ‘oooooooooooooooo that’s a bad word!’ I have no idea why we thought that, but we thought that for years. Boy, we were dumb.
Those kids cracked up at that story. And then they went home and told their parents the story of ‘Neapolitan’ and how I thought it was a bad word. And then parents cracked up as well.
Be still my heart. #justsayin’