Beauty in the day: he came in at 8:01. “Miss Nordstrom, my mom thought I was really late, so-”
“Great news!” I interrupted. “You’re not late! Go line up!”
“But,” he began again. “My mom thought I was really late, and she said I need to get one of those pink passes!”
“Good news!” I exclaimed, with great energy. “She was mistaken, and you don’t need a pass! Go line up!”
He turned to leave, but walked s.l.o.w.l.y. toward the office table, his shoulders somewhat slumped.
“Wait, Friend! Don’t go yet!” I hurried to get a pink pass and pen. “You really ought to take this with you, actually.”
Taking it, he practically skipped out. He made the line just prior to the ringing bell.
Beauty in the day: her mom was late picking her up. She is a first-grader, but a tough little cookie. Still, I didn’t want her to worry. After I reached mom by phone, it was clear that mom had completely lost track of time. “Oh my gosh! I’ll be right there!” I let Little Miss know, and she settled back in her chair, satisfied that all was well. We started making a guessing game as to why mom lost track of time.
“Maybe she was out shopping for super-cool stuff,” I guessed. She didn’t think so.
“I wonder if she was reading a good book, and her brain started growing so big that it was so busy thinking of inventions, that she lost track of time.” She didn’t think it was that, either.
“I’m hungry,” she offered.
“Oh my gosh!” I said, suddenly hit with inspiration, “I think she may have been eating an enormous ice-cream sundae, and it was so yummy that she lost track of time!”
I got a wonderful look – and then the stink-eye.
“I don’t think that’s it,” she countered, “but if it is, she will need to explain herself, and she will need to share a sample.”