So I was up at the school this a.m. for a meeting and it finished just in time for me to pop in and have lunch w/ Jack.
Talk about bringing back memories.
Not only did I feel the rush of memories from my own teaching days, but I remember going through the lunch line, handing the lady my yellow ticket (brown if I only wanted milk) and waiting for them to put whatever mess they were serving for the day on my tray.
Gross.
After seeing what those kids were eating now I understand AND remember why Jack wants to bring his lunch almost every day.
The cheese pizza looked- and probably tasted like- rubber. The fruit cup? No way I'd touch that thing. Club sandwich? I'd rather eat liver-
Seriously- I have no problem packing his lunch every day for the rest of the time.
Now- off to get RiRi and hit up Chic-Fi-La w/ friends. (Our first Friday lunch w/o Jack!)
Until next time...
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