Today is pizza day at school and the boys begged me to let them get hot lunch. It's not even "good" pizza from a restaurant but that cardboard nastiness that schools slop some tasteless tomato sauce and generic government cheese on and call it pizza. Part of me wants to scream "My food is SO much better than that!!!!!" but then I remember what it's like to be in elementary school and how exciting it was to get that little tray and pick out my milk and then wait with anticipation for whatever slop they called lunch that day.
I relented and the sheer excitement coming from both boys did help alleviate the pure horror that they would want that over my lunches.
So, in honor of learning to pick my battles, I'm sharing one of my favorite blogs and blog posts of all time. I'm sure a number of you have seen this before but I think it bears repeating on this Friday.
Knock Knock Mother F*****
Oh, and I seriously need a 6' metal chicken. Just sayin.
