Awwww, mom!

6 year old Cornell started kindergarten yesterday. It was a fantastical day full of coloring, playing outside and eating lunch in a real live cafeteria.

Like most public school cafeterias, the lunch line includes a host of unhealthy, but very attractive choices. My poor children have to be "packers" instead of "buyers". They take their edamame, Morningstar faux chicken nuggets and very boring, plain water for lunch in their uber-cool "Laptop Lunchboxes" (a sort of kid sized bento box for packing lunch). They eat healthy, well balanced lunches every day. This always appealed to Taylor, because she is driven to do what's expected of her.

Cornell on the other hand hid his lunchbox this morning. He hid it so well, even he could not find it. After an incredibly stressful search, we found it under a pillow on the floor of my bedroom. We threw it in his backpack, picked up sleeping Conway from my bed, threw everyone in the car and raced to school, barely on time.

In the car, Cornell complained and complained that he "always has to be a packer" and that "no one else in his class is ever a packer". I pointed out that school only started yesterday.

We then arrived at school and realized that in the search, Taylor sat her lunchbox on the couch to help look and never picked it back up. Oh, and that Conway was completely naked, not even wearing a diaper. Sheesh.