Bond. Jane Bond.
I send lunch with my daughter to school every day. The same thing, every day, because if I send other things, even things she likes, she won’t eat them. In fact, in the past, when I have sent things in her lunchbox that she likes, but that were unexpected, she has later refused ever to eat them again. It’s just a function of her PDD-NOS, so I roll with it, and pack the same lunch every day – even though she hasn’t eaten the raisins I send for a year now.
So imagine my surprise upon learning that apparently, she has been keeping her lunchbox in her backpack and been telling her teacher that she didn’t bring one when it’s pizza day in the cafeteria. I learned this by getting a bill from the cafeteria for $6.35. Yep, apparently she’s been sneaking through the lunch line. And here I thought she just wasn’t eating any lunch.
You’d have to know my daughter to understand how genuinely thrilled I am by this. Wanting to do this sort of thing, and executing her fiendish plan, takes a level of sophistication that I am very gratified to see my daughter developing.