The other day Milan came home clutching a greasy brown bag containing his hot lunch from the “natural” food company that feeds them at a rather exorbitant fee. And of course I was suddenly struck with pangs of guilt that I could be feeding my kids with my own greasy food instead.
So of course, in true fashion, I went all out and purchased every Bento box accoutrement known to man. And I did survive week #1 of Bento-Box-School-Lunch-Making with far more enjoyment that even I expected, making lunch every evening, including the one night after drinking my fair share of wine, when I put candy googly eyes on everything.
The kids have loved every lunch and gobbled up far more than I thought they would. Apparently they’ll eat anything with a smiley face on it. Good to know!