Bennett’s excitement is often contagious and exhausting at the same time. There was quite the buzz around our house today because tomorrow is brunch for lunch. It is hands down the best lunch the cafeteria serves all month and it’s the only day my kids eat hot lunch. Brunch for lunch was my favorite growing up as well.
Bennett started talking about brunch for lunch while he was making his lunch this morning. The first thing he told me when he got off the bus today was that he was getting hot lunch for the first time tomorrow. He walked me through how he’s going to do hot lunch. He’s never done it before but “he’s just going to copy the guy in front of him.” When Steve got home from work, Bennett went on and on about lunch tomorrow. At dinner he talked about it – we were all doing our best to take interest in the conversation while trying to not break out in laughter. And let me tell you – these are not boring conversations. He’s acting things out – he’s making voices – he’s dancing…all signs of his utter excitement.
After dinner we were in the living room playing. “Hey mom…” “Buddy – we’re done talking about lunch tomorrow.” “But…” He trails on about some random question about the oranges they’ll be serving at lunch. And then as he walked to bed, he asked us to remind him that he doesn’t need to make a lunch tomorrow. I’m pretty dang sure he’ll have no troubles remembering. In fact, I won’t be surprised if has trouble sleeping because the anticipation is just too great.
I sure hope this lunch lives up to all the hype and expectation. I hope he doesn’t drop his tray, spilling his food, walking out of the food line. I hope he doesn’t bug his teacher wanting lunch to come too soon. And you better believe I’m going to have the video camera rolling when he gets home so he can give me every single solitary detail of his experience. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. Too bad he doesn’t have a shirt that says, “Brunch for lunch is my jam”.
Well, how did it go? Was it everything he hoped?
Oh it was a day to remember. He came off the bus ready to tell us everything and yet when I asked what he ate he couldn’t tell me anything but oranges. We asked if he ate hash browns – he didn’t think so. Did he eat french toast? He didn’t think so. It was a an unforgettable mystery meal!