![]() I broke down and bought bread and regular cheese for sandwiches, bananas and a princess juice box. Instead she came home with the box still 3/4ths full and bitching about the grapes that spilled out onto the floor. I waited with bated breath for the next lunch report. It wasn’t a hot meal, but I didn’t feel terrible sending her off with it. We went to the fancy grocery and decided to go for a bento box approach – oat crackers, fancy Cornish cheddar, deli chicken, carrots and hummus and a handful of grapes. Together we went and bought a lunchbox that she could open all by herself. And it was all my fault she was left out. It was a bow-headed, four years of age, loud-talking, princess lunchbox carrying mafia. the way your little Ripe chef wants with choice of two toppings with juice box and bag of chips. All 16 of her new friends had lunchboxes. Peer pressure starts MUCH earlier than I expected. ![]() The lunchfare did improve and I began to get comfortable again. Why are we then criticizing them for wanting to be armed, or actually receiving weapons from a military unit that just handed them over I see no problems at all with that process, and this. These contractors were working in a war zone, where people want to kill them. It had been a Friday and the first one of the year, so perhaps the menu was in honor of the special occasion. More ramblings from the Juicebox Mafia (thanks to Blackfive for that one-lol). Me – French fries? Did you eat anything else? (Dear God, please let her say a vegetable…) Here is how the after-school conversation went:Īddy – FRENCH FRIES! (the all caps is indicative of the volume of the report) I had remembered the money, therefore she would eat a nice healthy meal. I packed her off with £2 and patted myself on the back for a job well done. I had the crazy idea that she could eat the hot lunch the school provided. You see, there was one area where I completely dropped the ball. ![]() She has, in short, settled in brilliantly. ![]() She also has 16 new best friends whom she names nightly. She can’t say the names of the letters, but she can, unprompted, sit down and draw them out. She’s two weeks in and can already write her name. I made a big deal about it to her, but I honestly just expected it to be more of the same old, same old. I did not get overly worked up about sending her off. ![]()
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