Every day I sit with my third-grade students at lunch. I eat earlier, so I can sit back, relax, and either listen or talk to the children. My class has decided the boys like eating with the boys and the girls like to keep themselves. I have suggested we mix up the tables and they sweetly insist things are just fine the way they are. I have been fascinated by what some boys eat - pickles with sun butter and jam sandwiches, pizza dipped in ranch dressing, and the coveted potato chips. I have seen boys who devour plates of spaghetti nibble a potato chip like a squirrel. Four nibbles per chip. As if they are savoring each greasy, crunchy bite. Important enough to ignore the call for recess time.
- acorbin95