I find it humorous and a bit ironic that the one thing I was most concerned about is the only thing Huck has had issues with at kingergarten, and that is School Lunch.  During his first week of school I sent him with a thermos of hot soup which he promptly spilled all over his entire lunch bag, ruining everything else I had carefully packed to go along with his soup.  One of the adult helpers (who I have a strong urge to hug tightly) cleaned the entire thing up and then brought him a pizza school lunch to ensure that he did not starve to death.  Another day I snuck a little fruit roll-up in his lunch bag, something until then he had never seen in his life.  I had this idea that each day I would surprise him with a little something, which seemed like a good idea, but the result was that he had no idea what this strange colorful rolled up sticky thing was and attempted to eat it, plastic wrapping and all.  He spit it out and threw it away, and when I picked him up from school he smiled and asked why I gave him plastic to eat.  Another day I had Troy making chicken fingers at seven in the morning so that Huck could have something extra special.  At the end of the day I discovered that Huck hadn’t eaten the chicken at all because he was afraid it had “too much gristle on it,” and so his lunch was a few pieces of cantaloupe and some yogurt, which accidentally got all over the bag.

At the end of the week I asked Huck if there was anything at all I could do to help him with his new school life, and without hesitation he said, “Don’t surprise me with anything in my lunch bag except your notes.  Always show me everything you pack in there.”  His eye contact was intense.  He was begging me to please, please, please stop making his lunch so complicated.

Mother of the Year.

The moral of the story: nothing wrong with a turkey sandwich.