“What, for THE REST of your life?”
(Snort) “No. Just until I don’t need a school lunch anymore.”
“When will that be? When you are 40?”
“No – I don’t know – until I graduate?”
“From … college?”
“No! But can you?”
“I think you can do your own lunch.”
“No. I hate the way Dad does it and you do it best, so can’t you just do it all the time?”
“What? And drive it to you?”
“I duno. I just want you making my lunch.”
“And what about dinner?”
“Dinner too.”
“Anything else?”
“Well yeah, breakfast.”
“Are you trying to tell me your Dad can’t fix a meal?”
“Kinda.”
“My mother used to give me peanut butter on wheat bread with mayo and milk . I couldn’t wait to make my own lunch.”
“Eww. I’d make my own lunch too”
“E X A C T L Y. My mother was brilliant!”
I think I need to start burning meals and putting peanut butter with salami. This being known as the person who is good at something can really mess up your life with your kids.
Until next time-
C


