Not Even A Crumb

Besides watching my preschool students grow physically, emotionally, and spiritually, one of the perks of the job is receiving things they make for me. Almost every morning someone (but it is usually one of my girls) hands me a picture they drew they night before, and I proudly display it in the classroom.

Last Thursday, I received an extra special gift. Homemade banana nut bread. There was no special occasion--this little girl and her mom just wanted to bake a small loaf of bread for her preschool teacher.

I couldn't wait to get home and try my bread! But then I lost it. Yes, I lost the bread.

Let me explain. I arrived at school that morning, received my bread, then received a phone call that my son was sick at school. I had to leave my class to pick him up from school, and the bread (accidentally) got left behind.

Okay, I thought, I'll just go back and get it later. I even called and asked my boss if my bread was still in a safe place. Yes. My bread was there and it would be kept safe and uneaten until I returned to retrieve it.

Fast forward a couple of hours. I return to my classroom. No bread. I go find my boss. She assures me it was there just a few moments ago. She looks. No bread. We looked in the office, the supply room, and other classrooms. No bread anywhere.

Where did it go? Someone swiped it. Was it a malicious bread thief or a well-intentioned she-left-her-bread-here-and-I-don't-want-it-to-ruin-so-I'll take-it-home-with-me bread thief?

Either way no one has mentioned my bread. No one saw a thing. This crime has no witnesses.

And I have no bread.