The Ritz

For various reasons, I started passing out Ritz crackers every day around 2:00 in Room 200.  That's become one of our little traditions. I don't even know how it started, but that's what we do.

Last week, one of the more civic minded Thirdlanders brought in a box of Ritz to help out with our cracker habit.  

As we were passing out the ritz yesterday, Civic Minded Thirdlander exclaimed, "Wait a minute!  Is that the box my mom sent in?"  

I told her it probably was.  She zipped to look at the other boxes over in my office area.  She ran back, using an uncharacteristically loud voice, "This is all making sense now!  My mom buys WHEAT RITZ.  All year I keep telling her I want Ritz because I love them here at school. So buttery! So salty! But the ones at home never taste the same.  Now I get it.  She's buying the wrong kind!"  

Another Thirdlander yelled out, "I think my mom's doing that too!  These wheat ritz are HORRIBLE!"

The two Thirdlanders asked me if they could skip working on lit. logs so they could write letters home.  They even asked for plastic bags so they could bring both types of ritz home, for blind taste tests with their parents.  They seemed to be passionate about their topic, so I agreed to let them do this.  Probably not one of my best moves.  But really, People.  Wheat Ritz?  So wrong on so many levels. Gotta go with the Thirdlanders on this one.