The Secret to the School Lunch

Last year Jeremy and I battled nearly every day about his lunch. He so badly wanted to get “hot lunch” from the cafeteria and I just repeatedly refused because it’s a big waste of money. Plus, I could pack him healthier things and have more control over what he’s eating. I generally let him have hot lunch on Fridays as a reward for good behavior but that didn’t stop him from asking about it Monday through Thursday.

This year I decided no more. The standing rule is this: You will take your lunch. Period. I also told him that arguing the point is worthless and he’s actually been pretty good about it.

ESPECIALLY since I started cutting out his sandwiches in the shape of the Millennium Falcon. Along with a cutter in the shape of a TIE Fighter, this cutter came with his new vintage Star Wars lunch box he got for his birthday. (Speaking of birthday, I do have photos to share. I just need to upload and edit them. Perhaps this weekend.)

The boys and I are going to Chuck E. Cheese tonight for another birthday party. Am I smoking crack, you ask? Yes. Indeed I am. That is how I plan on surviving Chuck E. Cheese.

Happy Weekend!  Here’s a funny for cat owners (but you can click on it too, Becky): How to tell if your cat is plotting to kill you.

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