The Oldest Carrotstick and I are in Chicago visiting my sister Competitive Kate and her Smarty Pants Husband. Kate lives right by Lake Michigan, just up the way from the Prez's Midwest White House. The O.C. is experiencing a little bit of culture shock being here. Things are very big and very busy. However, she felt right at home shopping on the Magnificent Mile yesterday. Just give her a 2 story Forever 21 or H&M and she's back in her element.
In her lunch you will find a well-balanced lunch consisting of:
1 (one) peanut butter sandwich with RASPBERRY jam (or her husband)
3 baby carrots (the kids)
5/8ths of a fruit roll-up (namely, the Lunch Lady herself, who, though fruity, is still short of being a WHOLE fruit roll-up ((is that good or bad?)))
And one-half pint of lukewarm cardboard flavored chocolate milk (the dog).
And thanks, but no thanks, the Lunch Lady is not interested in trading anything in her lunch. She is more than satisfied with the things on her plate (or in her lunch bag).