
Sam has become a slow eater this school year (Ethan went through a phase that lasted a few years like that). Especially at lunch time he eats slow. He spends more of his time inside the lunch room at lunch recess then actually out at recess. And it is for that reason that Sam has been able to get to know the janitor and the lunch ladies really well. They love him really.
About a month after i had been working at the school, i went into the lunch room as they were getting ready for lunch. The janitor was setting up tables and the lunch ladies were working getting the trays and such set up. I went over to the janitor and said something about Sam's events in the lunch room from the day before. Sam was making a concoction of a little of this and a little of that in his milk and then he was going to drink it--anything for entertainment right. Anyway when i said something to the janitor about it, his eyes lit up and he said "OH! You're Sam's mom!?!" I said yeah (i get that alot!). He said oh we just love Sam. He is so funny and is always asking if he can help. He is such a good boy. I said yeah, well that's Sam, and i started to walk away. As i got up to the lunch lady to pay for the boys lunches for the month, i didn't even realize that the janitor had followed me up there, and he was leaning over my shoulder telling the lunch lady that i was Sam's mom. To which, then she was gushing how much they love Sam and what a hoot he is. (SERIOUSLY, I get that a lot!) Then she relayed into the kitchen to the other ladies that i was in fact Sam's mom. Who knew a kid could be so well known by the lunch ladies? And he only gets school lunch once or twice a week. Ever since then when ever i see any of the lunch ladies or Janitor Crosby they say something about Sam, especially janitor Crosby.
Janitor Crosby has a story at least once a week to tell me about Sam.
Like the time that Sam took his Garfield desk calendar comics to school (unannounced to me) and was "selling them" to other students and faculty. If someone wanted one they had to sign the back of it. And by signing it they were saying they would "work" for Sam and a few of his buddies. Sam was handing them out i guess at lunch and explained to Janitor Crosby that these people were now Sam's slaves. Sam commented to Janitor Cosby that "he was selling them like hot cakes!" (I'll have to post more on this story later...i still have the part from the principle side to explain).
The other day Janitor Crosby stopped me again because he had another story. He said that they decided to ask Sam how old he thought the other janitor was. (I told Mr. Crosby that he was baiting Sam, and he said yes, but it was because they were giving the other janitor a hard time about his age). To give Sam a little credit, we have tried to explain that no one likes to be called old or a baby. So when they asked him how old he thought Mr. Haws (who has a head of silver and grey with some black highlights in it) was, he said 35-40 (he's really 55). They then proceeded to ask him how old he thought each of them were. He told the librarian she was teens-20's, and two of the other lunch ladies they were in their 20's (They really love him now) and a couple of the other lunch ladies 25-30 (and i think the youngest lunch lady is really 30). And then Mr. Crosby said well how about me, how old do you think i am? Sam said 35. Mr. Crosby is 25. I told him that's what he gets for baiting him. So today, wouldn't you know it, as i went though the lunch line with Ryan (since it's pizza day) each of the lunch ladies said how much they love that Sam.
This evening i was telling Sam how much all these people like him. He said "you know mom i like it that i have older friends, you know like a dult older, not older older as in elderly." I said why is that (as i held in a laugh)? He said "cause they just are so nice and such good friends, and you know us Young's we respect older people." I'm so glad he's caught on to some of the things I've taught him.
I've told people that come to me with stories that they need to write them down or email them to me. And then one day I'm going to publish a book of short stories. I'm working on a title still (maybe "Sam for short"), but i am accepting stories now.