Last night I was busy packing lunch for Pierce. Even though every day he begs and pleads to buy lunch at school. Despite the fact that I put forth a great deal of effort to pack him cute and interesting lunches each day.
Exhibit A: Cute bear bento lunch box.
Inside is a cheese and roast beef sandwich on goldfish shaped bread with mustard. A Halloween pick with olives (one of Pierce's favorite things). Slices of kiwi, a muffin cup liner of Inca roasted corn, and a small dog bento cup with 2 Junior Mints. I mean, this is a decent kid's lunch, is it not? I try!
So I'm busy putting together Pierce's lunch and he comes over and says, "Mom! Can you make some pumpkin fudge?"
"Pumpkin fudge? Where have you had pumpkin fudge?"
"At school. Sean's mom sent pumpkin fudge for our snack. Can you send pumpkin fudge for our snack?"
Me, trying to buy time, because not only do I not know how to make pumpkin fudge, but I also deplore anything that involves the use of a candy thermometer, "Well, our snack turn isn't until November."
"Yeah, but when it's our snack turn can you send pumpkin fudge?"
"I was kind of thinking about sending yogurt. And...uh... homemade granola bars."
"How about just pumpkin fudge?"
"What if it's Dora yogurt?"
"Dora yogurt might be okay. With pumpkin fudge"
I am in so much trouble. Also, please let there be no mothers that make homemade baklava or chocolate souffles for class snacks between now and November 14th.