A month ago, Chloe jumped in the car for our twice weekly race from school to gymnastics. “The good news is I don’t feel sick!” Um … ok? “See, we had sack lunch in our classroom, and I had to eat a ham sandwich for lunch.” “No, no choice. That’s what they handed me.”
Ever since Chloe’s third day of school, she has counted on the lovely salad bar to be there for her for lunch. I don’t mind paying for lunch at all, since she’s getting a healthy dose of veggies each lunch. However, Thanksgiving week, the school has “Thanksgiving lunch with Parents”, and Chloe’s class had to eat sack lunch in their room that day. Since the menu said that PB&J was a choice, I didn’t worry about it.
Apparently, she was handed a sack and not given the PB&J choice. She ate the sandwich. And then told me about it.
I, of course, went ballistic. Force feed my (mostly) vegetarian child meat? And HAM? Surely her school knows better than to have HAM be the only choice for lunch?? Right? RIGHT? I spewed my annoyance over my social networks. Then started to calm down.
“Chloe, what COLOR was the ham in your sandwich?” “White.” (Um, it’s THANKSGIVING; that was turkey, girl.)
“Chloe, did you TELL your teacher that you are a vegetarian and ask if there was another choice?” “No.”
Sigh. The girl who LOVES to rock the boat at home won’t stand up for herself at school??
Two weeks ago, I talked to her teacher about this. She promised to ask the class if there were any problems with the sack lunch the next time one was substituted for a cafeteria lunch. Yesterday, sack lunch came around again. And the teacher asked. And Chloe got a peanut butter and honey sandwich.
And so, we all continue to adjust to his new thing called “school”.
