Metal Meredith

On August 13th, I ordered Vivienne a new lunchbox. Yesterday, it arrived. It seems that LL Bean was having a run on the blue and purple flower lunch boxes that match Vivienne’s backpack. It was specifically the one she requested and I obliged.

When I asked her on Monday what she had for lunch, she said “Chicken sandwich (fried), tater tots, chocolate milk and um… I can’t remember.” Which everyone should know is kid code for “I don’t want to tell you.” On Tuesday, she claimed that she had a chocolate milk, an apple juice and one slice of pizza because there was nothing else she liked. I knew it was time to see buying lunch as a infrequent privilege, seeing as how she wasn’t getting any nutrition making her own choices.

Today, Vivienne went to school with 2 juice boxes ("I get too thirsty for just one drink!"), grape tomatoes, PB&J, pretzels, a clementine and one tootsie roll. It also included a special napkin, which I do each time I pack her lunch. That tradition comes from my father, who used to write notes every so often in my sister and my school days that made us smile with pride all the while having to say how dorky it was to our friends.

Here are just a couple of my creations:

Fun at parties! Impress your friends!

“The path was big.

Did the men set it up?

Will the men ride the dick?”

My favorite part? The teacher’s comment. 

Vivienne took a quick TaeKwanDo course after school for 5 weeks. It wasn’t anything more than an introduction, but she enjoyed what little she did. We are thinking that she needs to stick with this sport because it teachers respect, discipline and self control. Knowing that she has half my genes, those are good skills to learn early on.

In her last class, she broke a board with her front kick which she is super impressed with (see photo).

I also felt the need to explain to her own the way home that she should never try to break anything in the house, including her brother, with her deadly front kick.