I haven’t packed a school lunch for a year. (Remember, I went into stay-at-home mode two weeks before the rest of America since I had foot surgery on February 27th.) Part of me misses it since I’m a bento box kind of mom. (And the part of me that enjoys reading a novel after putting the kids to bed doesn’t miss it one bit.) Typically, I’d create fun sandwich cut-outs and include animal picks for the bite-size fruit. However, I haven’t made a school lunch in a year.
That’s not to say I haven’t made lots of lunches this school year. Quite the contrary, I can’t even tally the amount of lunches I’ve made. However, after I accidentally ground up one of the animal picks in the garbage disposal a couple of months ago, the at-home lunches have gotten a little less cute.
Ari stood beside me as I made today’s lunches.
“What shape would you like for your cheese sandwich?” I asked.
He considered his cutter options carefully. The sky was the limit since he was eating a cheese sandwich rather than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. (NOTE: A PB&J vastly limits his sandwich cutter choices since the jelly requires a single straight edge cut to minimize oozing.)
“I want a doggie!” he said.
“Great choice,” I replied. “What do you think Isabelle would like?”
“A dinosaur!” he stated.
Isabelle was still in virtual Hebrew school, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t really want a dinosaur.
“I don’t know if she’ll love that one. Since we can’t ask her, I’m going to give you three choices: a star, hearts, or elephants.”
I thought Ari would say hearts, but he surprised me with, “Elephants!” A touch babyish, but it’s not like anyone other than the three of us — and now you! — would see it.
“Elephants it is,” I replied while crossing the kitchen to retrieve the sandwich cutter.
When Isabelle came downstairs for lunch, she didn’t remark about the shape of her sandwich, but she did say, “Thank you for the kiwi, Mommy.” Considering most of my lunch presentations go unnoticed, I’ll take her good manners as a win for today’s lunch together.