The elementary school lunch room was loud the day before the Winter break. The lower grades were excitedly chattering about Holiday plans and just getting a break from the classroom rat race they were in.
Lunch room monitors granted more noise leeway on days like this so the kids could let off a little more energy before heading back to their classes.
A kindergarten boy raised his hand and said something as the monitor approached. Sarah had been used to the younger kids telling their tales of where they would or wouldn’t go during break. She had been in this business long enough to know that about half of the stories they told were falsehoods, mainly because even at such a young age, they were trying to one-up their classmates.
Sarah squinted as she heard the two words from his mouth, and asked. “You’re going to Utah during the break?”
The tyke closed his eyes and shook his head.
He said, “No, new straw. Can I get a new straw?”
She passed one to him from her cloth pouch and smiled, slightly embarrassed by the mishearing.
Yeah. This is probably the year I go in for that hearing test John’s been nagging me to get.