The Seven-Year-Old gets even
Nearly every day, the Seven-Year-Old comes home from school with a tale of how one boy or another grossed her out at lunch so badly that she couldn’t eat — generally by chewing with his mouth open — a teachable moment if ever there was one — or by playing out bathroom humor with (in)appropriate sound effects around the lunch table.
Except for one glorious day last week.
The Seven-Year-Old, in between bites of her after school snack: “I grossed out all the boys at lunch today.”
Mommyo: “Really? How?”
The Seven-Year-Old: “You know all that jam you packed for me? I told them it was space goop.”
Mommyo: “Huh. You’d think the boys would be all over that. Why did it gross them out?”
The Seven-Year-Old, proudly: “I said, ‘This space goop isn’t even fresh!'”
- I can’t believe I just said that (Caterpickles)
3 Responses to “The Seven-Year-Old gets even”
I have never met space goop I didn’t like.
I know! Especially the blackberry kind.
[…] According to The Nine-Year-Old, the result was the most fun she’d had at lunch since the Great Space Goop Incident of 2014. […]