I made my little man another triple-decker P B & J. There weren’t any problems today.
We had some excitement in the neighborhood yesterday. A cop was killed and the killer was hiding somewhere in our area. When I left home to go pick up g-son there were police cars all over and they were saddling up horses. I walked to the school and it was shut down. Which means no one is allowed out or in. The classes were dismissed about thirty minutes later. When I returned home with my grandson the only police we saw were in plain clothes driving unmarked cars. About forty-five minutes after we got in the house the police returned. I guess they didn’t want to scare the kids.
We were looking out the window when my grandson says, “Gramma, that’s the girl who took my lunch.” So I go out, call the girl and question her about taking little man’s lunch. The girl was very respectful and said she walks her cousin and all his friends to school almost everyday. She said, little man threw his book bag down while he was playing. The young lady retrieved his bag and handed it to g-son. His bag was open so she told him to close it. She assured me she wouldn’t take his lunch. Being the person I am I accept her story. I Thanked her for looking out for my baby. Then I told my grandson, it’s okay, we fed someone who was hungry. My girlfriend says, get out of here. Well she didn’t use such nice words. she says, the kids get free breakfast and lunch in school. I told her if that kid went to bed hungry a bowl of oatmeal in the morning and sloppy Joe at lunch isn’t going to satisfy his hunger. I know how it feels to go to bed hungry.