Lunch Box Notes
In the mad dash to clean and make my house generic for prospective buyers, I took all of the pictures, etc. off of the refrigerator. I had this handy-dandy caddy with really strong magnets that stuck to the side of the fridge where I kept things like our library cards and eye-glasses repair kits, etc. And when I unpacked the kids' lunchboxes, I would put my joke-of-the-day note in the caddy, if it had made it home.
So, this morning, as I was going through the bags of junk I had hastily stashed away, I found them.
Hundreds and hundreds of really bad jokes, written on whatever pad of paper I had handy at the time. Some are written on the back of the Dog-A-Day-Calendar that my husband used to give me every year for Christmas. I found a couple of ones that I'd written twice. I found the ones that made us laugh the hardest:
What color is a hiccup? Burple!
What's in the middle of a jelly-fish? A JELLY-button!
What happens when it rains cats and dog? You step in a POODLE!
What kind of a car does Luke Skywalker drive? A Toy-yoda!
What do you call tired popcorn? Pooped-corn!
I used to try to tie them to whatever Ana or Jane was studying in school at that moment:
What is a Marsupial's favorite drink? Koko-Koala!
What kinds of songs do planets sing? Nep-tunes!
Where was the Declaration of Independence signed? At the bottom!
I made them seasonal:
How do you fix a broken jack-o-lantern? With a pumpkin patch!
What's the difference between Santa and a warm dog? Santa wears the whole suit but a dog just pants!
We went through a whole phase of knock-knock jokes that I will spare you. We did elephant jokes and chicken jokes and, for some reason, golf jokes. Sometimes I just wrote to them that I was so proud of them and that I hoped they had wonderful days.
I did/do this every time my kids take their lunches, just to give them a little smile in the middle of the day. Sometimes I recycle the jokes and use ones I've already given them if I'm out of time to write a new one, but still, it's hundreds and hundreds of notes...
Seeing all of those notes in the middle of this stressful time made me feel really good and gave me a big smile in the middle of my day. It sort of brought me back to center, you know? Like I remembered that what's really important and what makes memories the kids will cherish, is the consistency of my love for them. That every single day, they had a little note from me --just a small thing. Just one stitch into the fabric of their childhoods. All this other stuff--the selling the house and buying another and the stress over the unknown and the holidays and all the frantic pace of everything --none of it will mean as much to them as these daily expressions of love from their silly mom.
Why was the frog sad? Because he was un-HOPPY!
So, this morning, as I was going through the bags of junk I had hastily stashed away, I found them.
Hundreds and hundreds of really bad jokes, written on whatever pad of paper I had handy at the time. Some are written on the back of the Dog-A-Day-Calendar that my husband used to give me every year for Christmas. I found a couple of ones that I'd written twice. I found the ones that made us laugh the hardest:
What color is a hiccup? Burple!
What's in the middle of a jelly-fish? A JELLY-button!
What happens when it rains cats and dog? You step in a POODLE!
What kind of a car does Luke Skywalker drive? A Toy-yoda!
What do you call tired popcorn? Pooped-corn!
I used to try to tie them to whatever Ana or Jane was studying in school at that moment:
What is a Marsupial's favorite drink? Koko-Koala!
What kinds of songs do planets sing? Nep-tunes!
Where was the Declaration of Independence signed? At the bottom!
I made them seasonal:
How do you fix a broken jack-o-lantern? With a pumpkin patch!
What's the difference between Santa and a warm dog? Santa wears the whole suit but a dog just pants!
We went through a whole phase of knock-knock jokes that I will spare you. We did elephant jokes and chicken jokes and, for some reason, golf jokes. Sometimes I just wrote to them that I was so proud of them and that I hoped they had wonderful days.
I did/do this every time my kids take their lunches, just to give them a little smile in the middle of the day. Sometimes I recycle the jokes and use ones I've already given them if I'm out of time to write a new one, but still, it's hundreds and hundreds of notes...
Seeing all of those notes in the middle of this stressful time made me feel really good and gave me a big smile in the middle of my day. It sort of brought me back to center, you know? Like I remembered that what's really important and what makes memories the kids will cherish, is the consistency of my love for them. That every single day, they had a little note from me --just a small thing. Just one stitch into the fabric of their childhoods. All this other stuff--the selling the house and buying another and the stress over the unknown and the holidays and all the frantic pace of everything --none of it will mean as much to them as these daily expressions of love from their silly mom.
Why was the frog sad? Because he was un-HOPPY!
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So there.
Who's a chicken's favorite composer? BACH!
Sarah