In accordance with my rabid dislike of cooking and food preparation, I thoroughly despise packing school lunches. Trying to come up with a balanced meal and healthy snack every day that is both portable and edible is not my idea of a good time. Throw in a picky kid (I don't know where he gets it...
ahem), and packing tomorrow's lunches can suck the joy right out of my evening.
After two years of packing school lunches for
Mr. Picky Andrew, I have learned to run certain items by him before tossing them into the lunch bag unless I want to find out they were tossed into the trash at school. So last week as I was packing lunch for the boys, I was doing my usual preventative questioning as I went:
"Andrew, peanut butter and jelly or peanut butter and honey? Granola bar or graham crackers?"
Andrew gave his specifications to the nth degree, as usual.
"Adam, sandwich or ravioli? Peaches or applesauce? Do you want green peppers for your snack? Chocolate milk or Capri Sun?"
Finally Adam looked up at me, heaved a great sigh, and said, "Geez, Mom, I don't care. Just pack somethin'."
Wow, lunch packing just got easier by half. Thanks, Adam!
