Little Brother is on his third lunchbox of this school year, and I’m hoping it will make it through four more weeks.
He doesn’t lose them; he beats them to death.
And I had no idea how that was happening, until yesterday. When I arrive for my library volunteer time, the primary and intermediate age groups are out playing after lunch. I always go onto the playground and get a hug from Little Brother before heading into the school.
Yesterday they were playing kickball. It looked like a fun game, and I was watching Little Brother as he had his turn to kick. Another boy was jumping up and down on first base–also known as little Brother’s lunchbox.
That explains it.
Guess I’ll be buying lunchboxes in bulk next year.
