I never thought I would label Kevin and I as overprotective parents. But after our conversation last night over school lunch, I'm beginning to wonder if we are. We deal with our baby boy being all grown up and going to school in different ways.
The conversation went something like this:
- Me: While packing Henry's lunchbox full of snacks for snack time, "Do you have any ones, they only gave me a twenty at the store."
- Kevin: "Yes, I think I have two." Looks in wallet, "Oh wait, I have four!"
- Me: "Score! He only needs three."
- Kevin: "Put in four!"
- Me: "Why?"
- Kevin: "What if they have extra stuff that he wants to buy?"
- Me: "It's not like he can tell his teacher I want ice cream or candy with my lunch." (to remind you he's very much non-verbal)
- Kevin: "Just put it in anyway because I want to make sure he can have enough."
I put in four dollars anyway, even though he'll come home with an extra dollar. Being two-years-old, his teacher will actually go and get his lunch for him, he won't even step inside the crazy lunch room. But my goodness, Friday pizza day, I'm sure will be a treat for him!
Henry is one very lucky, much LOVED boy.