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A couple days after that conversation, her daughter came home with a lunch bill of $2.75. She gave the bill to her mom and her own money to pay for it. She said to her mom, "Mommy, I heard they were having lasagna and I thought it was gonna be yummy like yours. It wasn't. Not worth the $2.75." Of course the mom forgave her.
I found that not only a hilarious and honest moment, but a time portal to my own lunch experience as a kid myself.
(Just a quick background) My family came to the US in 1993. I was fortunate enough to attend the entire school system from pre-k to graduation. My older sisters were assigned to grades based on their age.
At the elementary school I attended, the teachers asked you every morning what you want for lunch: cold or hot lunch. At the time, I didn't know there was a difference between the two. The way I understood it was like how Amelia Bedelia understood life. Cold lunch was a "cold" lunch and hot lunch was a "hot" lunch. Because my mom always fed us food right after she cooked, it was always hot. So fortunately, I always went with hot lunch.
But one day, I took the road less taken. That morning when my teacher asked me what I wanted for lunch, guess what I said? I wanted a cold lunch. Not because I understood that it meant I brought my own lunch, but because it was a hot day, and I wasn't going to eat a hot lunch.
Went to lunch that afternoon, there was no food! I was so confused! I thought they were going to give me a cold lunch on that hot day. To this day, it's still a mystery to me if my teachers realized I did or didn't eat that day.
If you haven't figured out what cold lunch is, it means you brought your own lunch. I never brought lunch from home my entire school years, so that day, I'm not sure if I ate. This story probably means absolutely nothing to you, but it holds a special place in my heart, to remind myself how to rake care of my future kids. LOL!
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