Leigh

Apparently my son told his teacher we don’t have food at home. She called me very gently on Tuesday and asked if everything was okay. I was standing in the grocery store holding a rotisserie chicken, so I was confused but also immediately felt like I’d done something wrong. Turns out he’d been offered an apple at snack time and told her, “We never have those. Mom says we can’t afford them.” The thing is, I had said we couldn’t afford the apples he wanted. They were the pre-sliced ones with caramel dip, and he’d asked for six packs because there was a cartoon shark on them. I explained this while he sat next to me drawing. He looked up and said, “But we still don’t have them.” His teacher was trying so hard not to laugh.