Grandson called last night.
Grandma...Can you come to Thanksgiving lunch at my school tomorrow. Mom can't come cause she is the only nurse at the office tomorrow. My sister has a test and can't come and if I bring Gizzy (the dog) he'll just jump on the table and eat all the food. So will you come Grandma?....Please?
How could I resist. After all I am 4th choice after the dog. I made Papa Bear go too. The Marine stayed home with my niece....He doesn't need all those schoolhouse germs.
Papa Bear and I met grandson at 10:45 (way to early for lunch) paid our $5.00 a plate. I would have gladly paid $10.00 for someone to eat it for me. Papa Bear and I did attempt to eat a bite or two of each item that was on our plates to try and encourage grandson to eat.
Turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes & gravy, green beans and apple crisp.
Not one thing was decent to eat. I watched all the kids at our table. They nibbled like Papa Bear and I. They drank their non fat chocolate milk.
Then they dumped their tray of food in the garbage just like we did.
Thank you Michele Obama for the starving kids at school. No fats, no salts, no taste....Let's Move....straight to the garbage can.
I told Grandson the next time we came to school for lunch we'd bring it. I noticed that was what a few parents did.
They were smart.