“Once my sister said the “S” word!” the words hit my ears as I am walking through the halls. I look up and see a few girls in line. They are bundled up, snacks in hand, for second recess and snack break outside.
I slow down, I want to hear where this is going. I slow my walk. They have my full attention, yet they have no idea!
“My sister said the “S” word…..SALAD!” she exclaims.
“That is NOT the “S” word!” another girl declares. Her name happens to begin with “S. She must be an “S” word expert.
Still not sure where this is going to land, but I am sure that I stall just close enough not to be seen, but where they can still be heard.
“You think every word that starts with S is the “S” word, missy!” girl with “S” name announces, matter of factly and quite confidently.
The conversation is cut short as the class heads outside, leaving me inside.
I am left wondering what S girl, thinks the”S” word, really is, if it’s not salad.