Thanksgiving Feast with the King.
It was a make-up lunch.
Earlier in the week, my son asked if I could chaperon his field trip Tuesday. I couldn’t and he started trippin’ the guilt.
I quickly countered, “I’ll have lunch with you on Thursday.”
“And bring Burger King?” he quipped.
“And bring Burger King.” I agreed and hoped he would forget. Shame on me but I’m trying to get things done by the holiday and those hours they are at school count double.
He didn’t forget, so yesterday I raced up to Burger King and raced over to the school thinking I was late — only to find a parking lot overflowing with cars.
The Thanksgiving Luncheon. Good grief. I completely forgot.
Dismissing a notion to throw the car in reverse, I parked and carried the Burger King bag into the entrance of the school that was packed with parents waiting for children dressed like this.
This arrived in the mail today. From Mother.
Me at around five. Visiting my grandparents, I put on my grandmother’s apron and Grandaddy snapped this shot. I guess I thought our Puritan fore-mothers wore aprons while they were mixing up all those pumpkin pies.
Finally I saw my son and we scampered to the parents’ table to eat. Another friend was there eating with his daughter. “I had no idea this was Thanksgiving lunch,” he said. “Is this new?”
I didn’t know and still felt irrationally embarrassed about bringing BK while all the other school children were eating turkey and dressing. It wasn’t like it was some sacred meal, right?
Getting ready to go I kissed my son.
“Sorry you missed out on Thanksgiving dinner, I didn’t know.”
“Oh I knew,” he replied. “That’s why I wanted you to bring me lunch. I hated it last year.”
Have your children had their school Thanksgiving feast?
