tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35088240.post1664462330998378926..comments2023-01-07T19:00:52.526-05:00Comments on the excelsior file: Poetry Friday: A Balanced Mealdavid elzeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16653215150526146224noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35088240.post-8800561660739238772007-09-07T14:38:00.000-04:002007-09-07T14:38:00.000-04:00Now, that was fun.Now, that was fun.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35088240.post-55378814233521638152007-09-07T10:27:00.000-04:002007-09-07T10:27:00.000-04:00It's so true, kids can be so mean when it comes to...It's so true, kids can be so mean when it comes to other's lunches. I used to bring pickles, cheese and mustard sandwiches and even my friends thought that too weird and wouldn't sit with me.<BR/><BR/>In sixth grade we were allowed to eat lunch at home if we lived close enough. By then I was replacing the mustard with sandwich spread.david elzeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16653215150526146224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35088240.post-16831281495428164312007-09-07T08:35:00.000-04:002007-09-07T08:35:00.000-04:00Ha! This is great! (The two slabs of trout especia...Ha! This is great! (The two slabs of trout especially got me.)<BR/><BR/>I have to tell you that my daughter used to take lentil soup in a Thermos to her pre-school. That is, until one kid said: What's that? Poop?Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.com