The other day during my lunch duty, I walked past a table full of second graders and noticed one particularly happy girl unloading her lunchbox and getting ready to eat. I continued to walk around and as I made my way back toward her table no less than about one minute later, I found her in tears. She was absolutely distraught. Her fellow table mates were trying to console her and so I approached and asked, "What in the world just happened??" She showed me a paper towel in her hand that was filled with some sort of gloppy mess. "I dropped my pie on the floor!" she bellowed. I didn't know whether to feel bad or laugh. I patted her back and told her, "I feel the same way when I drop my pie." Finally after a few minutes of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, she stopped crying, wiped her tears, looked at the pie and said with a spirit of determination, "You know what, I'm eating it anyway. It doesn't even look that dirty!" And she took her fork and dug in to the pumpkin pie that hit the floor. To be honest, the cafeteria floor is way cleaner than a second grader's hands, so there really wasn't a risk.
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