When Zoey started kindergarten this year, she decided to brown bag it. She told me, without ever setting foot in the cafeteria, that "the lunch line worried her." Perhaps she pictured herself taking forever to decide what she wanted to eat, causing all the other children to scream at her and tell her, "Hurry up!"
It's so nice to see all these neuroses I'm handing down to my children. Proud Papa!
After a few days, peer pressure reared its ugly head. She saw her friends buying lunch at school, so she wanted to do the same. She would bring her lunch only if the cafeteria was offering something really, really, really gross.
But everything changed two weeks ago; Zoey began buying lunch from the cafeteria less often. In the past week or so, she has only bought her lunch if the cafeteria was offering something really, really, really good.
To tell you the truth, I was somewhat relieved. It scares the hell out of me to think that she can get a meat, vegetables, fruit, and milk for $2.20.
But another part of me was concerned that there might be something more to this. So I finally confronted her this morning.
"Zoey, why don't you like to buy lunch at school anymore?"
"Because Jamaal likes my lunchbox. He thinks it's cool when I bring it school."
She's five. I'm scared to think of what she'll be doing to hold the boys' attention at ten, fifteen, or twenty.
GHS: 2
Song of the day: This Is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas
And So It Begins
