Yesterday morning I made soup for Sheldon's lunch. I remember heating it up and putting it in the thermos but, in the chaos of our morning, I have no recollection of what happened to the thermos after I filled it up. All I know is that it was gone when I cleaned up the kitchen after the morning stampede was over.
Cue to 10:30 when Sheldon called from school to say that his thermos was in his lunchbox but the lid wasn't on tight so it had all leaked out into his lunchbag. He was concerned about what he'd eat, I was concerned about how bad the leak was. He assured me that it was only his lunchbag (in a side pocket) that was wet. I assured him that I'd bring him lunch. All good.
Just before bell time I headed down to the school with hot soup in hand. He met me at the office carrying his backpack in his outstretched arms and informed me that, in fact, his knapsack was wet too but nothing was ruined - he took everything out, he said - so I should take it home.
At home once again, I assessed the situation. The bag was damp. But not so much empty. At the bottom I found a soupy library book and his grad photos.
Damp, creased grad photos.
Sigh.
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