Short-Order Cook
Sunday night I asked Cora what she’d
like for lunch at school the next day, and she said, “Can you
send an omelet with me?”
I know. So cool that my kid wants an omelet for lunch. BUT –
“The thing is,” I replied, “Omelets aren’t as good when they’re three hours old, and by the time you ate it for lunch it’d have been sitting in your bag for a while. It won’t be hot anymore.”
Cora looked at me wistfully. “Well, some of my friends’ moms drop off a hot lunch for them every day . . .”
Big eyes staring at me.
Yeah, I broke down and said “yes”.
I know. So cool that my kid wants an omelet for lunch. BUT –
“The thing is,” I replied, “Omelets aren’t as good when they’re three hours old, and by the time you ate it for lunch it’d have been sitting in your bag for a while. It won’t be hot anymore.”
Cora looked at me wistfully. “Well, some of my friends’ moms drop off a hot lunch for them every day . . .”
Big eyes staring at me.
Yeah, I broke down and said “yes”.
So I went to bed doing a teeny happy
dance: I didn’t have to get up and pack a couple lunch boxes
the next morning! That’s seven minutes shaved off my day!
Sure, I’d have to stop my errands to come home and make a
fresh omelet for the girls and drop them off at school –
something I’d warned them would be a ONE-TIME deal. But seven
minutes at 7 a.m. is no small thing.
Monday morning Cora was up and down to breakfast slightly grumpy, so as I handed her a plate of scrambled eggs I said cheerily, “So I checked my schedule and I can drop off an omelet for you for lunch! Are you excited?”
Cora looked at me. “Actually, I don’t think I want an omelet for lunch now.”
WHAT?
But then she said this – and how could I stay mad? –
“I’m really sorry for causing you any trouble with this.”
Yeah, I melted.
I assured Cora it was no trouble, and thank you for considering me, and sent her off to school after explaining that I’d still be dropping her lunch off at lunch time since I didn’t have time to put one together RIGHT THEN.
And I was so proud of her for thinking of someone other than herself in that situation that I bought her and Maddie both a “lunchable” at Whole Foods. Yes, with a(n organic) juice box and everything. I wrote a sweet note for each girl and dropped the boxes at school, smiling to think of how excited they’d be over their “store-bought” lunch.
After school Maddie was in a great mood, and I smiled and said, “Did you enjoy your special lunch?”
And Maddie SHRUGGED. And said apologetically, “I was kinda looking forward to the omelet for lunch.”
There’s just no pleasing everyone.
p.s. We're having omelets for breakfast this morning. They were requested specifically.
Monday morning Cora was up and down to breakfast slightly grumpy, so as I handed her a plate of scrambled eggs I said cheerily, “So I checked my schedule and I can drop off an omelet for you for lunch! Are you excited?”
Cora looked at me. “Actually, I don’t think I want an omelet for lunch now.”
WHAT?
But then she said this – and how could I stay mad? –
“I’m really sorry for causing you any trouble with this.”
Yeah, I melted.
I assured Cora it was no trouble, and thank you for considering me, and sent her off to school after explaining that I’d still be dropping her lunch off at lunch time since I didn’t have time to put one together RIGHT THEN.
And I was so proud of her for thinking of someone other than herself in that situation that I bought her and Maddie both a “lunchable” at Whole Foods. Yes, with a(n organic) juice box and everything. I wrote a sweet note for each girl and dropped the boxes at school, smiling to think of how excited they’d be over their “store-bought” lunch.
After school Maddie was in a great mood, and I smiled and said, “Did you enjoy your special lunch?”
And Maddie SHRUGGED. And said apologetically, “I was kinda looking forward to the omelet for lunch.”
There’s just no pleasing everyone.
p.s. We're having omelets for breakfast this morning. They were requested specifically.
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