Whitney is in full-day kindergarten this year, which means I’m not only packing lunch for Lexi, but Whitney as well. Along with those two lunches, I’m also making not one, but TWO snacks for Whitney. Whitney’s kindergarten class has one snack break in the morning and another in the afternoon. I mean two snacks, plus lunch, for five year olds? What are they, kindergartners or baby birds?
Another thing about all this eating...one of the kids in Whitney’s class has a peanut allergy so Whitney isn’t allowed to have any peanuts in her lunch or snacks. Also, SHE CAN’T HAVE ANY PEANUTS IN HER LUNCH OR SNACKS! No peanut butter sandwiches, no trail mix, no peanut butter pretzels or crackers. I mean, why not just tie my hands behind my back so I can pack her lunch with my toes?
It's not that I’m trying to be insensitive about this kid’s special accommodations, only that his lethal nut allergy is really inconveniencing me. I know, I shouldn’t whine, but...I just can’t help but complain every morning while I spin the lazy suzan looking for anything that won’t kill her classmate.
So the other day, when Ben was here in the morning, I asked him to make the lunches, and snacks, and reminded him he couldn’t pack any peanut food for Whitney. He made the lunches, and snacks, and assured me he did so without the deadly peanuts.
Later in the day, after Whitney got home from school, I asked her if she wanted a snack. I told her I’d make whatever kind of snack she wanted as long as it included peanut butter. She told me no, that she'd just eat the left over snack in her back pack.
“Why didn’t you eat your snack?”
“Because my teacher said we’re supposed to bring healthy snacks to school and that marshmallows aren’t a healthy snack.”
Apparently, without the peanut butter option, Ben had panicked and packed her a baggy full of marshmallows. Thus ensuring I’m never asked to be room-mother. Phew.
“Whitney, your teacher is right, marshmallows are not a healthy snack.”
But, then again, marshmallows won’t send anyone into epileptic shock either so who’s to say?