I unloaded Ian's lunch box yesterday to find his star shaped cheese left, greasy and neglected, inside! I asked him why he didn't eat it, and he replied, "Well, I bit into one little corner and I was like, Ew! Yuck! That is NOT GOOD! And so I left it in there. I really only like string cheese, Mom."
Awesome. Cheese painstakingly cut out into cute little shapes: FAIL.
Also, he begged me to let him buy lunch today. I told him he could pick one day each week to buy. He was beside himself with anticipation this morning over the thought, going so far as to holler it to the world outside at 6:45am this morning while doing a little jig in his high tops.
I guess healthy, adorable lunches made with love are no match for cheese pizza and tater tots on a foam tray at school. Bah.
*This does not, however, mean that I am giving up the battle. Oh no. Because I am ordering one of these, and I need to use it.