Tomorrow we are having a multicultural fair at school and many of my students did not have the projects they were creating in Mrs. B’s class ready for display. When it came time for lunch recess those kids were not free to go. Despite the fact that they and Mrs. B. stayed in my classroom to work, I microwaved my lunch and sat down at my desk to eat.
From clear across the room Moe snapped around to stare at me. “Broccoli!” he shrieked. “I hate broccoli.” I speared a piece of the lovely green stuff on my fork and waved it at him, “Get your project done or this is what you’re having for lunch.”
Rico immediately jumped up and said, “I’ll eat it!”
I said, “Rico, this is a punishment. I would have to feed you something you didn’t like.”
He eyed my plate, wiggled his eyebrows and said, “I hate beef. I hate beef a lot. In fact, I hate it so much,” he pointed at my plate, “that you’d really be punishing me if you gave me that big piece right there.”