I've been bringing my lunch to work a lot more recently. Partly to save money and partly to maintain a vice-like grip on my caloric intake. With a McDonald's within walking distance, one can never be too careful.
My children are a different story. Not that they have a McD's within walking distance to them. I was referring to their desire to bring sustenance from home.
Daughterling #1 eats only at school.
Daughterling #2 begs me to buy her lunch boxes pretty much anytime she sees one. Only she always eats a school lunch. I won't begin to tell you how many lunch boxes I've purchased over the years because I kept giving her the benefit of the doubt. It's not that she is embarrassed by her lunch box or anything -- I used to let her pick them out -- she's just never interested in bringing food from home. Now, when she asks for a new lunchbox I just laugh -- which annoys her, but I think I'm well within my parental rights.
Son #1, he brings his lunch three days a week (MTF to be exact). And it has to be a Lunchable. It has to be in his puppy lunch box, and I have to write a note inside. If I forget the note or pack him something else, he'll turn into Chicken Little -- you know "the sky is falling!"
Seriously, you don't mess with his routines if you can help it.
Anyhow, I commandeered Daughterling's last lunchbox since she clearly wasn't going to be using it any time soon. It's a cute pinkish thing. See:
Well, it wasn't until today that I discovered it's a Barbie lunch box. I'm forty something years old and am using a Barbie branded lunch box. Somehow that doesn't make me feel any more youthful.
Doesn't bother me. I'll still use it...which it might just be enough to convince Daughterling #2 to reclaim it so she can start taking it to school.