So far, this school lunch thing has been a bit of a pain in the ass.
I packed: Painstakingly made-with-my-own-hands ravioli, carrots, grapes, apple juice and two lima bean cookies.
She ate: Carrots, cookies and two raviolis. She said they didn't taste as good after she emptied the packet of salt and pepper onto them. (Note to self: Do not pack leftover take-out utensil packages that contain salt and pepper.)
I packed: A cheese sandwich, strawberries, carrots, a granola bar, apple juice.
She ate: Everything but the sandwich, which she took apart and then put into the boxes from the strawberries and carrots. Why? I don't know. She didn't appear to either.
I packed: Tortellini (frozen, thankyouverymuch), carrots, apple slices, granola bar and apple juice.
She ate: Who knows? She lost her -- less than a week old -- Tinkerbell lunch bag.
I packed: Half a cheese sandwich, carrots, two lima bean cookies, grapes, apple juice. In a giant Ziploc bag, clearly labeled with her name, her teacher's name and her classroom. Which made her cry, because she didn't WANT to bring her lunch in a PLASTIC BAG.
She ate: Every last thing. She also found her lunch bag and I'm pretty sure she's going to keep a closer eye on it, considering how traumatic the whole Ziploc bag thing was.
(Tinkerbell's return also answered the question of what she'd eaten the day before: granola bar and apple juice.)
Apparently it could've been worse; one of her teachers from last year was telling me about a kid* in her class this year. On Tuesday, he lost his water bottle. On Wednesday, he lost his lunch bag. On Thursday, he lost his pants.