Last week during snack time, DS turned to his preschool teacher and said, I need enzymes with my granola bar and followed with an accusatory by the way you didn't give me any at lunch. Which sent a panic thru the center. And apparently I'm a very scary person, so the director called my husband instead of me.
After reviewing what he had for lunch -- carrots, the crust off his PB & J, broth from his chicken noodle soup, and a glass of milk. So basically not much fat. DH said he should be fine, but just in case to keep him near the bathroom.
Usually DS reminds them, the director sits at his table 'cuz he's such a picky little turkey about eating and dawdles and tries entertaining his friends, but she gapped it out. Heck, he's almost 6, it's happened to us, I'm sure it'll happen again. Though don't think they'll forget anytime soon at preschool.
And he was fine, except during his dental appointment he farted thru his cleaning and laughed hysterically. Boys! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">
After reviewing what he had for lunch -- carrots, the crust off his PB & J, broth from his chicken noodle soup, and a glass of milk. So basically not much fat. DH said he should be fine, but just in case to keep him near the bathroom.
Usually DS reminds them, the director sits at his table 'cuz he's such a picky little turkey about eating and dawdles and tries entertaining his friends, but she gapped it out. Heck, he's almost 6, it's happened to us, I'm sure it'll happen again. Though don't think they'll forget anytime soon at preschool.
And he was fine, except during his dental appointment he farted thru his cleaning and laughed hysterically. Boys! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">