Lunch Box Days Cometh

It won't be long before my little girl starts Preschool. Hard to believe she's 4 years old and harder to believe she's going from daycare at Kim's work to Pre-K at First Baptist Church of Laurel School. Tuesday is her first day.

Funny where the mind goes with thoughts like these. Such as the pic above. My widdle mind wandered to my first lunch box...maybe not literally my first since I think that was Battlestar Gallactica...but I definitely remember ole Luke kickin it swamp style with Yoda and the red thermos with the yellow lid. That was a schweet lunch box.

So, G has her choice of two. One is a fabulous gift from the Rials boys in Mississippi...all monogrammed and fun with a lady bug on it. Havin a total brain cramp right now on what the other one is. Hmmm. Oh well.

What fun! She's been waiting for it like a hungry monkey for two months. "Do I go to my new school next week?" inquires the child who likes to know her schedule and what's next. Of course when she first started asking that I was responding, "No, sweetie, you've got quite a while. It's like two months away." She's solid on today and tomorrow...so, since it wasn't tomorrow she was either off to something else or frustrated that it wasn't time. Girls. :)

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