Butterfingers for Teacher
When A. was going through her candy on Halloween night, she started stacking all of her Butterfinger candy bars in a pile together.
"What are you doing that for?" I asked her.
"Mrs. M. likes Butterfingers."
Mrs. M. is A.'s English teacher this year. A. didn't really offer any more explanation, so I was still a little confused.
"I'm glad she likes them, but why are you stacking them separately?"
"Because Mrs. M. likes Butterfingers."
A. thinks I'm a pretty slow sometimes.
Eventually, I was able to put two-and-two together and reach the correct conclusion.
"Are you going to give those Butterfingers to Mrs. M.?" I asked, after the correct cause-and-effect relationship finally clicked in my head.
She went over and asked Thomas for a plastic bag to put the candy in. She got everything ready and put it next to her backpack. In the morning she had no problem remembering to grab it and taking it with her to school as a present for her teacher. (Well, I may have reminded her to grab it once or twice.)
"How do you know Mrs. M. like Butterfingers?" I asked her as I was driving her to school.
"She told me her favorite candy is Butterfingers," A. said.
I was so incredibly moved by this random act of kindness. It wasn't like this teacher gave the class instructions: "Bring me your Butterfinger candy bars if you don't want them." It wasn't like anyone made a suggestion. It wasn't like the school was having a Teacher Appreciation week. A. just knew that her teacher liked Butterfinger candy bars, and she knew that A. didn't like Butterfinger candy bars, so she decided she wanted to give them to Mrs. M. Just a plain and simple act of kindness, compassion, and empathy.
Color me impressed. :-)