In celebration of Spring Break this week, I asked my hubby to fetch my son’s lunchbox from his backpack in the laundry room, so I could wash it out.
He was gone for a while and I heard him call in a disturbed voice, “Can you come here for a minute?”
I walked into the laundry room to see this on the floor:
I give you the contents of my child’s backpack:
2 keychains (without keys)
4 broken pencils
3 Mardi Gras necklaces (claimed by the toddler)
4 wrinkled bookmarks
1 paper nickel
1 snowman picture frame sans a picture (possibly my Christmas present?)
5 smashed granola bars
1 Mardi Gras baby (claimed for luck by the older sister)
2 dusty, dirty zip lock bags full of rocks (pretty disturbed by this one)
1 Squirmie Wormie
1 Thanksgiving macaroni necklace
2 pixie sticks (still containing pixie)
1 Valentine’s card
2 pieces of a candy cane (which I had to talk my son out of eating)
1 paper hat
1 zip lock bag full of crushed graham cracker crumbs
1 Mattel Classic Football game from the 1980’s
1 Disney Cars notepad
And one very ashamed mother who will not send granola bars as a snack choice any longer.
What’s in your child’s backpack (closet, under the bed, secret stash)?
I dare you to go look.