My kids brown bag it to lunch at school more often than not. Well, maybe not in a true brown bag since that wouldn't be nearly as cool as the colorful or character lunch boxes they take these days. And they're not really even boxes...they're more like rectangular shaped carriers made out of some strong fabric material. But whatever you call them, they serve the purpose of transporting their lunches to school on days they choose not to buy.

My goal is to have a little part of me go in each of these lunch boxes - a little snippet of Daddy. A little laughter, a little cleverness, a little inside joke, a little rhyming...and a ton of love. I want my kids to be reminded every time they open their lunch at school how much they mean to me. How much I love them. And maybe be a little entertained in the process.

So every lunch I make has notes in the lunch box. You should try it too! Feel free to use any of the notes you see in this blog in your own kids' lunches. Or use them to be inspired to write your own.


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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I should go on the road...

Jokes, jokes, and more jokes.  I enjoy coming up with a play on words or some other kind of silly joke for lunch notes.  My goal is of course a laugh out loud response...but even if the notes just elicit a chuckle or simple smile, that's good enough for me.





That wouldn't be a very good marketing plan.  Ironically, my wife recently had a pretty sad McD's meal when they messed up her special order on a burger (how hard is "plain"?), then messed up again when the replacement burger contained an extra patty (NOT what she wanted!), with both of them being extremely greasy.  No happiness there!






And they have very large icebergs as their canvases!  Penguins don't usually like to be used in this manner, but will make an exception if the walrus asks politely and promises a not to tickle them with their whiskers.




Posted by William J. Thomas at 11:09 AM

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