In other Spencer news, on Friday I surprised him at school to have lunch with him. I was a little worried that he might be embarrassed since he asked me to stop putting notes in his lunchbox. ("Mom, I already know that you love me, you think I'm great and smart and you think I'm handsome. Would you stop with the notes already? My friends laugh at you.") To my utter delight, he was thrilled and we had a great lunch talking about all the different things he had done that day (in record time since they are only given about 3 minutes and 12 seconds to eat their food.) When he was bored with me, he would switch to Spanish and talk to the other kids in his class (freakishly unnerving by the way.) Once he had dumped his tray, he came back to go over the rules with me. "Ok Mom, when you want to be dismissed, you need to raise your hand for the duty. She'll come over and look at your tray to make sure you've eaten enough. If you have, she'll tell you to go dump and then you can go out to recess but first, MAKE SURE you come back to your table and wipe it with the cloth. Okay? Do you think you understand? If you have any questions, just ask the duty." And off he goes.
Spence for President, 2052.