Grandma Francie Packed My Lunch

Grandma Francie had been a preschool teacher too long She packed me a lunch one time when I was in sixth grade. What are those? My tablemates asked as I rolled them out. They were tiny bugs made out of apples, celery, dates and raisins. I was humiliated and horrified. It was a lunch a three-year-old would love. “Can I have one?” I ended up giving them all away. They wanted to know if grandma would sell them some. Catastrophe avoided.