Everyone makes fun of hot lunches, but I used to love hot lunches as a kid. Am I strange, or just have no taste buds, I don't know, but I looked forward to lunch time to see what yummy food was the pick of the day. To this day, I still get happy if I get a chance to eat at my daughter's school.
My kids are a different story.
They hate having to eat hot lunch and my youngest begs me to let her take her own lunch at least some of the days of the week. I continually ask her why she would want to pass on hamburger day, or chicken patty sandwiches (yum!) and she just rolls her eyes and calls me a nerd. So, we compromise and she gets to take her lunch two days a week, unless we are super busy in the mornings and I forget.
Lately, she hasn't been asking to take her lunch and I really haven't been giving it a second thought until I noticed her lunch box on the shelf and decided to ask her why.
She looked down and just muttered, "Because of the janitor."
Curious, I asked, "What does the janitor have to do with lunch?"
"Somebody puked in our classroom the other day and he cleaned it up with his hands. Then, I saw him cleaning the bathroom one day and picking up garbage outside."
Confused, I asked, "Again, what does that have to do with lunch?"
Emily let out a loud sigh and said, " Because, I always have to ask for help to open my packages and when I raise my hand, he comes over to help."
"And?" I asked.
"I don't think he washes his hands," she answered quickly.
I tried not to laugh as our Smelly Cat episode came to mind and then said, " I'm sure he does, or lots of people would be getting sick."
"Well, I'll just take hot lunch until he isn't the helper anymore."
I used the moment to praise hot lunches and said, "I wish I could eat hot lunch every day!"