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....the awesome counselor keeps us from going insane. 
Counselor: Tell the people what you want.
Kid: Uh....I'll have a six inch on french.
Me: we don't have that.
Kid: Uuuuuhhhhhh.....
Counselor: They have the bread chart right there. *points to the bread chart that oh so many customers just can not see.*
Kid: ITalian!
Kid#2: .....
Counselor: Tell the nice man what you want.
Kid #2: .....
Counselor: Do you want me to tell him for you?
Kid #2: *nods, still silent*
*Counselor kneels, then listens to the kid whispering into her ear*
Counselor: She'd like a six-inch ham with...what kind of cheese?
Kid#2: *Whispers*
Counselor: American Cheese. Not toasted.
Kid #2: *nods*
(The kid also knew her stuff. Good kid, just shy. She had to have been like 5 years old.)
Kid #3: Uh....what sandwiches do you have?
Me: Everything on the menu up there. (Because I don't want to suggest stuff for fear that this kid can be picky)
Kid #3: I can't see it!
Counselor: *picks the kid up and holds him so he can see the menu* Is there anything that looks good?
Kid #3: What's an Italian BMT?
Me: Salami, Pepperoni, and Ham.
Kid #3: Can I get that?
Counselor: And what do you want, junior?
Kid #4: *is reading a book, ignores counselor*
Counselor: Ahem, what do you want, junior?
Kid #4: *continues to live in his own little world*
Counselor: Set the book down please, it's time for lunch.
Kid #4: *Continues to ignore*
Counselor: *politely shuts the book* Time for lunch. Now tell the man what you want.
Kid #4: Uuuuuuuhhhhh....
Counselor: Do you know what they serve here?
Kid #4: Uh, turkey.
counselor: Do you want that?
Kid #4: yes.
(Given how resilient the kid was, I'm surprised that she didn't lose her patience with him.)
Counselor: Tell the people what you want.
Kid: Uh....I'll have a six inch on french.
Me: we don't have that.
Kid: Uuuuuhhhhhh.....
Counselor: They have the bread chart right there. *points to the bread chart that oh so many customers just can not see.
* Kid: ITalian!
Kid#2: .....
Counselor: Tell the nice man what you want.
Kid #2: .....
Counselor: Do you want me to tell him for you?
Kid #2: *nods, still silent*
*Counselor kneels, then listens to the kid whispering into her ear*
Counselor: She'd like a six-inch ham with...what kind of cheese?
Kid#2: *Whispers*
Counselor: American Cheese. Not toasted.
Kid #2: *nods*
(The kid also knew her stuff. Good kid, just shy. She had to have been like 5 years old.)
Kid #3: Uh....what sandwiches do you have?
Me: Everything on the menu up there. (Because I don't want to suggest stuff for fear that this kid can be picky)
Kid #3: I can't see it!
Counselor: *picks the kid up and holds him so he can see the menu* Is there anything that looks good?
Kid #3: What's an Italian BMT?
Me: Salami, Pepperoni, and Ham.
Kid #3: Can I get that?
Counselor: And what do you want, junior?
Kid #4: *is reading a book, ignores counselor*
Counselor: Ahem, what do you want, junior?
Kid #4: *continues to live in his own little world*
Counselor: Set the book down please, it's time for lunch.
Kid #4: *Continues to ignore*
Counselor: *politely shuts the book* Time for lunch. Now tell the man what you want.
Kid #4: Uuuuuuuhhhhh....
Counselor: Do you know what they serve here?
Kid #4: Uh, turkey.
counselor: Do you want that?
Kid #4: yes.
(Given how resilient the kid was, I'm surprised that she didn't lose her patience with him.)