I’m seeing a pattern develop. The days that the Clown makes lunches are the same days the kids complain how bad they are. It could be that someone had three sweet treats and nothing of nutritional value or that mustard was slapped on a sandwich that should have been plain. The point is, the lunches are made in haste, with little regard for personal tastes or preferences. And, this doesn’t feel good when you are away from home for six hours and the only source of nutrition, sustenance and love is your lousy lunch.

So, I am now officially the lunch lady. I know that the Acrobat likes ham with mayonnaise and the crusts cut off. I know that the Strong Man likes a warm, hearty lunch of spaghetti and meatballs or chicken noodle soup. I know the Painted Lady likes crunchy peanut butter and jelly, but not too much peanut butter. I know the Magician likes egg salad, everyday. I know this because I care about how they feel when they eat their lunch. I want them to have a full stomach so their brains can absorb all the days lessons. I do this because I can’t stand to eat something that I can stand. It’s a waste of my time and calories. I value each and every meal. I suppose my troupe does as well. So, until the Clown can learn to make Lunches with Love, I will continue to be on lunch duty.

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