Conversation between oldest son and me this morning:
Him: Where’s my lunch?
Me: It’s on the counter, I just don’t have your bag to put it in.
Him: Remember? I left it at school.
Me: Then take a plastic bag and use that today.
Him: O.K. What’s the spoon for?
Me: The kiwi.
Him: What kiwi?
Me: I cut up a kiwi for everyone and put it in a baggie.
Him: No kiwi here.
Me: Shoot, there were only five. I wonder who got two? Did you get the cucumber?
Him: Yep. Bye, mom.
I hate making lunches. Even when I think they’ve gone smoothly they may not have.