Sour Grapes

For awhile, my kids packed their own school lunches.

That was before I caught on to the fact that we were going through bags of chips and cookies at an astoundingly high rate of speed.

For the past month or so, I've been monitoring what goes into the lunch boxes like a hawk.

My efforts at keeping my children healthy are not always appreciated.

"You KNOW that I hate grapes!" barked one of my children the minute he got off the bus. A ziploc bag of untouched fruit was flung at my feet.

I was unaware of the food aversion and agreed to send in an apple or orange the next day.

"I hate those too!" he screamed.

This morning, all three of them were in my grill about their lunches.

"You are so mean to us!" they cried in unison. "You want us to be unhappy. That's why you pack us fruit for lunch every day."

The insults and accusations of abuse continued for another ten minutes. All the while, I just smiled.

When my children open their lunchboxes this afternoon, they will be very, very, happy to discover that ALL I packed them was fruit.

Cortlen got four bananas. Camber: two pounds of oranges. The son who threw the grapes at me? He got enough to make a bottle of wine.