Mash Notes

by norealplot

In third grade, my middle son asked me to stop writing notes for his lunchbox.   Seems his crowd was cracking down on love letters from home. That was okay at the time, because I still had my baby.


But now even the baby is old enough to eat the cafeteria lunch at school, and I’m down to packing only his morning snack.  I’m having this fun while it lasts.