My boy has a habit of losing things.
This time, it was his lunch box. I figured it was stuffed somewhere in his locker. Even though he hasn't been in school for more than three months, I had a feeling it was an utter disaster.
"Dude, can you clean out your locker? We've gone through two lunch boxes already, and I'm tired of stuffing your food into these paper bags," I said.
I don't know if he bothered to clean his locker. Probably not. But he did come home with this announcement:
"I know where my lunch box is."
"Where?" I asked.
"In my homeroom class. The teacher is using it as a door stop!"
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