"Did you know the end of the year reading party was a fruit kabob party?" Big Kid said, in a rather accusatory tone.
"It was?"
"Last year it was an ice cream sundae party. I read 14 novels that they picked and got some fruit kabobs for it? Sorry, that's not special. They are always getting us to eat fruit now, I read those books for an ice cream sundae."
"Yeah...I see why you're disappointed. Still, you enjoyed the books and still got a party for reading them," I offered, fully recognizing that a fruit kabob party sucks.
"It's just out of control. The pizza in the cafeteria has blue crust and they're making our ice cream sundae party a fruit kabob party because they're so worried about us eating healthy."
"Yeah. I see your point. We can have our own sundae party."
"It's not right."
"They didn't have to give you a party at all."
"I didn't have to read the books and when they said there would be a party, I did not think it would be fruit kabobs. Fruit kabobs are not a party."
"Yeah."
I know it's a little ungrateful of him, but I have to agree that fruit kabobs are pretty lame.