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Toward the end of last year and before school began this year, the three oldest kids begged me to buy them Thermoses.  Begged.  I don’t know who in their classes were bringing warm leftovers, but Jack and Maria insisted that they wanted to do it, too.  And Luke, wanting to be like them, insisted the same.

I kept putting it off, (do you know what some Thermoses cost?!?) but they didn’t let it go.  So, when I found some very plain (i.e. no characters) Thermoses for about $4 each, I bought them.

The kids were thrilled.  They went home, grabbed the Sharpies and went to work personalizing their new, super cool Thermoses.

They asked for something in their Thermoses on the first day of school, but that was only an hour.

They asked for something in their Thermoses on the second day of school, but that was only a half-day.

They asked for something in their Thermoses on the third day of school, but I had nothing to give them.

On the evening of the third day of school, we had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.  The kids held themselves to a single serving so that they could bring the leftovers to school – in their Thermoses – the next day.

And so they did.  I dutifully heated up leftover spaghetti and meatballs (for Jack), spaghetti and sauce only (for Maria) and meatballs only (for Luke.)

On the way home, I asked Jack about the sauce on his shirt.  Of course, it was from the meatball that didn’t quite make it to his mouth, but did make it down his shirt and onto the floor.  I asked Maria about her lunch and she told me she was too full to eat her spaghetti (birthday treats of some sort had been consumed during lunch).  I asked Luke about his lunch and he said it was GREAT!

The next day (Friday) we were back to the basics, but the kids were thrilled when we had tortellini on Sunday night and they could use their Thermoses again on Monday.

Once again, I heated leftovers and filled their Thermoses and sent them off to enjoy their hot lunches.

On the way home, Jack told me that his tortellini was gross and hard.  Luke said his tortellini was cold and wet and DISGUSTING.  Maria said her lunch was too short, and after eating her Oreos she didn’t have time to eat her tortellini (which she thought was a good thing considering the boys’ experience).

“I’m never using that Thermos again!” Luke declared.  And Jack and Maria chimed in with similar sentiments.

Anyone need a Thermos?  I’ve got three.  Custom decorated.  Perfect condition.