I got a note home from school that let me know that we had $2.15 due in lunch money and that as a result my 2nd grader was served a “partial” lunch.
So I’m thinking – water instead of juice? No dessert? No free pass to the salad bar? I asked him what his “partial lunch” consisted of, and he said: “a bun”.
I laughed. “C’mon buddy – what did you get for lunch?”
“No really mom, it was a bun.”
I laughed a little. And to reinforce my parental duties I said – “Well I guess that’s what we get for being late on lunch money. Sorry buddy, that’s mom’s fault.”
And as soon as he was out of earshot, my husband heard a string of profanities that ended in “bun”. Heck – I would have rather had them give him a single carrot. He would have got more out of it.
Well played lunch lady. Well played. But we’ll get you next time! I’m sending $25 in pennies . . .
And for your midweek enjoyment, and in memory of our lost sloppy joe, I couldn’t help but include: