Friday, February 27, 2009
It was Thursday. Sweet little snaggle-tooth (that's what he called his tooth, and said was the reason he would smile with his mouth closed in the school picture the day before) informs me that he will no longer be able to eat lunch at school. For a while, anyway. I said that I was sorry to hear that, and asked if mom would be sending in a lunch instead.
Snaggle tooth: "No, I can eat some of the lunch, just not the meat."
Me: "Oh, I see, is this because of Lent?"
S.T.: "Yes, we celebrate that at our church."
Me: "And you can't eat meat on Fridays?"
S.T: "Yes, but I can still have the dessert. And the fruit, I think, because that is definitely not meat. Did you give up anything for Lent, Mrs. B.?"
Me: "Yes, I gave up cross-country skiing on Thursdays."
S.T: "Wow, that sounds like it would be fun to do. We went to church last night and got lashes on our foreheads."
Me: "Do you mean ashes?"
S.T: "No, at my church we use lashes."
Me: "Did it hurt?"
S.T: "No, it just left a mark. I had to wash it off in the shower."
Me: "Well, that's good then."
God, I love these kids.