I forgot to mention in my post about Toby at the YMCA that he has to bring his own lunch this week (next week they’ll be providing free lunches for all the kids under a Minneapolis schools/federal lunch program, so it’ll be a lot more like what he’s used to at school). He has occasionally taken a packed lunch to school, but doesn’t have a great track record in actually eating any of it. Not sure how much of the school lunches he eats either, but it’s easier to see the evidence with a packed lunch when he takes the leftovers home. We’ve worked out that he’ll eat a bagel with cream cheese and carrot sticks and a few other things, so that’s what we go with. He’s told us that he likes apples too, so we sent one in yesterday with him and he ate a single, narrow strip of it all around it’s equator, and that was all he had. Oh well, he’s only six.
Anyway, in the car on the way home last night we asked him if he ate much of his lunch. He said he did, about half. Which half? we asked. “The first half” was his response.
Emma told me, quietly, that I should put it on my blog, but he heard it and asked what she was talking about. We kind of explained that we would write about his day, and he slightly glumly said “You’ll probably also write about things that I say.” So he’s on to me.