lunch

It's an interesting concept, lunch. Everyone in my house deals with it differently.

Lou buys his, going out for something hot.

I eat leftovers, peanut butter sandwiches, or whatever else is handy, as I try to fit lunch into the various things I want to do while Veronica naps.

The boys either buy lunch at school (and I will never understand why the school's computerized system can't let me know they're running low on funds before they run out instead of after), or they take their lunch. It's a limited list of items they're willing to take, since they can neither heat up food nor keep it cold, they can't take (or in Charles's case, eat) peanut butter anything, and the only lunch meat they'll consider is turkey.

Veronica tends to eat cereal or yogurt and fruit ... or, like today, frozen waffles. Still frozen. With frozen blueberries on top. (While watching it snow ... seriously, it makes me cold just watching her.)