If there is one job I loathe in the morning, it's making lunches. Cause all three of my kids like different things: one has to have NO crusts, one has to have only lunch meat in rolls, one has to have everything I give her cut into bite size portions. It's just too much for my brain at 7am.
I try to start the night before...but I have to leave the sandwich (main) part for the morning...and it's enough to send me over the loony edge.
I know I read about Moms and how they "make lunches with love" and then put in a napkin with crayon on it saying "I (heart) U." They are supermoms. I am not.
Recently I started giving my kids those mini-carrot packets (refusing requests from the bite-size-kid to have me cut them) as well I'd put in a small candy treat (why not, right?)
Later I was shocked to hear my son say, "Thanks Mom, that candy is great to trade."
"Yeah, trading is so cool....I can leverage what I want with the cool candy you give me."
Did my kid really say leverage? "Really? What do you get when you trade?" I asked unsure how I felt about him trading my hard work, my hard 7am struggles, for some random food another mom nicely packed for her kid?
My oldest answered excitedly, "Well if I trade the bottle caps or the sours, I can get a whole apple or a bag of chips...."
Then I thought about it. He's trading for an apple? An apple? That's a wise trade. Trading for what he wants and considers valuable. Hmm... What a cool idea. Maybe "apple mom" wouldn't like it, but here is my child at school learning how to 'work,' trading like you do in the real world. Okay, it's a lesson and he's learning.
"Ever do a bad trade?"
My son says, "Yeah, one time this bag of chips I traded for had like nothing in it. It wasn't the kid's fault. The people that make those chips are CHEAP."
I smiled. Okay, he's ten and he's learning a lesson at lunch they don't really ever teach in school.