The other day we all woke up to get ready for school and work, groggy and bleary eyed. Breakfast, dressing, brushing teeth. The half hour drive to work was the same; Klondike highway, left onto the Alaska Highway and on into town. The normal routine is to drop off the kids at the college so they can wait for the school bus while I park the car and walk back and give them a hug each. That day, as I locked up the car doors after dropping the kids off I noticed Eli had left is lunch bag in the back seat (a nice, washable lunch bag, made of a neopreen type material) so I grabbed it, happy that I realized he forgot his lunch. The kids were both waiting at the bus stop when I walked back so I hugged them each and handed Eli his lunch.
"Oh." he said. "I guess I forgot it".
At the end of the day, when Eli arrived back at the college he walked into my office and said "I'm hungry 'kuz I couldn't find my lunch".
"What do you mean you couldn't find it? I gave it to you this morning."
"You did?" he said, fully doubting my sanity.
He kind of turned about, obviously thinking and wandered back out of the office. A little while later, when work was done I headed out to collect the kids and there was Eli, eating his sandwich.
"Oh great! You found it!" I said.
"Well...I found my sandwich at the bus stop..." he said around a mouthful of food, "but someone stole my lunch bag and my cake."
That was pretty rotten. Stole his cake. Sheesh! It was chocolate too.