Lunch with five year-olds can be an amazing experience. With only four hours of sleep under my belt, I decided to visit my great-nephew Alex at his school and have lunch with his class. I guess anyone can hallucinate under those circumstances.
Some days Alex is happy to see me. Others, he is indifferent-to-embarrassed. I think today was the latter. He was more interested in planning recess with his buddies than carrying on boring conversation with an older relative. Can’t say as I blame him. The child next to him was wearing a Scooby-doo T-shirt, and they were all planning to pretend-play the movie outside. Somehow Alex got the job of designating whom was to take which role. Two girls got into an argument over who was going to be Daphne. Alex declared that both could be, but, of course, that wouldn’t really be acceptable.
So while all of this was happening to my right, across from me a young man was telling me all about how to fish for horny heads. I 
found out that they were so-named because that have horns on their heads. Imagine that. Apparently the key to successful horny head fishing is in finding the right tree. I would assume that this tree must also be somewhere near water, but that was not entirely clear.
I finished by chicken pot pie, and Alex finished most of his corn dog, and it was time for the class to head out for recess. Alex was in such a hurry that he hardly waved goodby. I headed on back to my adult world, without discovering who would being the next Daphne.