Moments ago, I did the nightly ritual of checking the four-year-old's lunchbox for debris. Usually there's part of a sandwich, or the juice box crumpled inside. For the past couple days, the three carrots seemed to commute from home to school, ignored. Whatever matter is left in there has a few hours to marinate before I remember to purge the contents. We air the lunchbox out overnight.
This morning, I decided to vary lunch from peanut butter and homemade strawberry jelly with carrots to peanut butter and banana with a tiny pack of raisins.
Opening the box, I was nervous like Geraldo with Capone's vault. But unlike that story, I was elated to find an empty lunchbox on my hands. I punched the air and said 'alright' to no one in particular.
Just a little change-up...
Sometimes, that's all it takes.