you hear it in the movies, at the theater, concerts and in classrooms...

that annoying crackling, rustling, smashing sound of someone trying to get that last bit of sugary goodness, or salty crunchiness out of its cellophane package. the crinkling and crunching that grates on your nerves until you want to jump up and smack someone senseless. no one? just me?

i brought c to class this afternoon. he fit right in. barely awake. dressed like a typical 7 yr old. not paying attention at all to what was going on.

he sat behind me, supplies all organized. soda...check. book...check. gameboy...check. snack...check.

i am always very aware that he is there. cautious and wary of him being a distraction to the droolfest that is my brit lit class. so as i sat there listening to the smashing, wiggling, smooshing, crinkling, bangingcrunchingcrackling til i couldn't take another second and then spun around to correct him...

i found that it wasn't him.

it was the girl behind him thoroughly engrossed, not in beckett's krapp's last tape, but in getting that last blue m&m out of the wrapper and knocking over a bottle of diet pepsi.

good thing i am not your mother young lady. lol.

my best evil mom glare wasted on someone else's kid.