The other day I went to work with the kids in Oldest's classroom. I thought I'd be an awesome mom and brought him a hot dog, all warmed up and foil-wrapped, and stick it in his lunch bag. I didn't tell him what I'd done because I was really proud of myself and really, how cool is it to have a warm hot dog show up in your lunch? Next to your peanut butter sandwich?? Score!!!
I was still proud of myself after school when Oldest came home in a great mood. It had to be the hot dog. Had to be. So I asked him about it so that he could thank me and hug me and we'd have a sweet moment and I could re-display my Mother-of-the-Year-plaque.
Yeah, he never ate it. I was dumbfounded. How could you not eat a delicious, warm hot dog that mysteriously shows up in your lunch?? How?
He replied, "Mom, would YOU eat a random hot dog that showed up in YOUR lunch for no reason? I thought some kid shoved it in there. I wasn't gonna touch that thing."
Lesson learned: The element of surprise, when hot dogs are involved, is not such a good thing.
