After getting my super pretty phone, which I will link at
It's actually a good thing we were segregated, because the smell of the cafetorium food, well, not good. And it looked even worse. I'm just staring and mouth breathing at this point, thinking this is what I'm paying $.30 for? when we do require him to eat it. I can also throw wilty lettuce on a piece of styrofoam, I just choose not to call it food. So, we have a new found love for providing food for our child.
So, aside from the childhood banishment issues this brought up, which I promise to go to counseling for, you know I get it for free, right? And the being abandoned in a cafetorium by a nine year old. And losing my DL in the parking lot and having to go back for it, but didn't because I couldn't for the life of me remember why I had to go to school, and just went shopping instead. I guess I got an education. So stay in school. Please, your parents are paying for it anyway, and well, you don't really want to know what we do when you're not home.