In Alex's room at daycare that have a hideaway-type table. When it isn't in use, it folds up against the wall and is out of the way. Which is nice since there are currently 6 walking/running/screeching babies in that room and the more space the better. And before you throw me a side-eye for calling them babies...If I have to continue to tell people his age in months until he's 2, I get to call him a baby.
Anyway, apparently when whoever is cooking that day comes down the hallway with food for them, all the kids crowd around the door like goats at a petting zoo. All of them except Alex. He waits for the table to be put down, and then runs over and starts setting out the chairs.
I would love to say this is due to some level of leadership, or organization, or anything lovely like that, but I guarantee it isn't. That kid has figured out the fastest way to get the food into his belly. He barely chews his food he eats so fast, so you better believe he is not about to stand around waiting for the teachers to put chairs out.
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