In regular life, where regular = Kate is the only adult around at 3:45, Miss M gets picked up from school first.
The simple reason is that if I am in a rush, if it’s raining, if people are tired or cranky, if we’re not going to stop in the park outside gan for some reason, Miss M can be left in the car by herself for the two minutes it takes to fetch AM. I wouldn’t leave him alone in the car outside of her school.
Anyway, this is week two of not-regular life, when my brother, also a full-fledged adult, is visiting. So when it’s more convenient to pick up AM first, that’s what we do.
I arrived at gan today at 3:40, a full 20 to 30 minutes earlier than usual. When I arrived, he was partaking of his usual chocolate-spread sandwich.* There was only one bite out of it, but the entire lower half of his face was smeared with chocolate spread.
Feeling very J’accuse!, I said to him, “Didn’t we agree that you were only allowed to eat one chocolate sandwich?”
[Earlier in the year, he innocently revealed that he was having two or even three chocolate sandwiches–each a slice of bread, folded over–a day, in addition to a piece of fruit or a slice of cake or a cookie. This was, I decided (once I had been scraped off the ceiling), too much, because 1. ACK SO MUCH CRAP FOOD and 2. he came home and refused to eat dinner–even a small healthy one, like a scrambled egg or some whole wheat pasta. I talked to his afternoon teacher about it, explaining that because he doesn’t nap anymore, he eats and goes to bed early, by Israeli standards, and the multiple chocolate sandwiches had to stop. STOP. STOP STOP STOP.]
“Ema!” he retorted. “This IS my first sandwich!”
“Then WHY is it all over your face?”
“Because I take my etzbah [finger] and I take out the chocolate, like this [miming scraping the chocolate off of the bread]. Then I eat the outside.”
So. Oh. When I explained this to Gila, she came back with “Well, there’s no wrong way to eat a Reese’s.”
As for me? I was just impressed that someone in gan finds the time to wipe off his face before I arrive.
* My sister in law explained that this is the standard gan afternoon snack because it is shelf-stable, pareve, and the overwhelming majority of kids like it. And if I wanted to be annoying to the teachers I could bring in a jar of date spread and make him try to eat that instead. Which, sigh, I haven’t.