The preschool lunchroom is much like Afghanistan, "the graveyard of empires". So many bad manners and disgusting dining habits lurk there if the adults finally win one encounter, the insurgents will regroup at the next table. Over there they will quickly learn from their peers new revolting habits like telling nonsensical jokes with their mouths full of food and getting their drink straws to squeak with great volume.
The mothers of my neighborhood had a different battle plan--Shock And Awe. One day Mom would go to the dentist and leave her little darling at the home of the Crabby Lady. In one short lunchtime the scared little darling would learn that it is never okay to:
- Chew with your mouth open
- Leave the crusts uneaten
- Talk with your mouth full
- Eat too slow
How wonderful it was when Mom returned from the dentist with smiling shiny teeth! How splendid to go home and take a nice nap! And no, the little darling never chewed with her mouth open again.
Cyclamen, or whirling dervish?
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder