This morning we received an email from our cafeteria manager (who is a fantastic cook) about a new kind of baked chicken she was making today. I had brought my lunch, but decided to try her chicken instead.
During 3rd hour, I was getting hungry, so I thought I'd eat the chips out of the lunch I'd brought, since I was going to buy Michelle's chicken.
Opened my lunchbox--empty.
I laughed, and guessed that I had grabbed Macy's lunch box (yes, we have the same lunchbox--it was $3 at Walmart and better from the environment than a brown paper bag) and must have left mine at home. I bought Michelle's chicken, and it was excellent.
When I got home, the other lunchbox was on the kitchen counter. I looked inside, and it was empty too! I was confused, to say the least. So I decided that someone at school must have eaten my lunch--crazy as it sounds, it happens from time to time. I called my friend Ronna, and was telling her what happened.
Kaylin overheard me, and interrupted me--"No, Momma, it was Kobe. This morning after you left, before Daddy woke up, I saw Kobe getting into your lunch. I put the lunchbox back on the counter."
The case of the missing lunch was solved.