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When you finish packing your lunch for tomorrow, kids, it's important to put *everything* away.
Ah, the fun of getting into the back-to-school routine. The packing the backbacks. The setting out of the clothes - and the shoes - and the socks - and the underwear. The making of lunches. The parental verification of said lunches to ensure they do not consist solely of Rice Krispy Treats and Little Debbie Nutty Bars.
Actually, the kids are pretty good about their lunches. Herself (the 5th grader) and Mr. Brown (the 3rd grader) got out the new half-pound package of salami and made their sandwiches (two slices of salami between two slices of bread, no condiments). They packed some fruit, filled their water bottles, and packed it all back in the fridge. As I said, good kids.
Good, but not quite perfect. They put *almost* everything back into the fridge. But something was forgotten, something left behind.
But it was not neglected for long.
I came back into the kitchen a few minutes later, and found Duke the Amazing Canine blissed -out under the table, loving licking the inside of the now-empty salami package. He was in hound-dog heaven.
I summoned Herself. The following conversation ensued:
Herself: "Duke! You're not supposed to eat the salami!"
Duke: "Buurp!"
I kid you not. It was *perfectly* timed. That dog has a future in stand-up comedy, I tell you.
That's a good thing, too. Because now, several hours later, it's quite clear that Glade *won't* be hiring him to develop new air fresheners.
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