For the few years my daughter went to public school, I packed her lunch. One school provided free breakfast, lunch, and after school snack for all the students because there were too many enrolled in the program to try to keep it straight. In other words, her magnet program was at that school to make it not look so bad academically, and about 25 kids out of the whole school weren’t worth the headache. I later found out that half her sandwich regularly went to the highest bidder. The kids were desperate for “real” food. Learning from my college nutrition class, I’ve never denied her food like candy. It’s always been available and I have regularly had to throw out old candy. People want what they can’t have. My daughter is skinny as a rail.
We are in a pretty affluent school district - there are no “poor areas” - but that doesn’t mean there weren’t some poor kids, and kids whose parents didn’t give a rat’s behind. Still, very few kids were on a “free lunch” program of the kind that dominate the concentrated Democrat parasite nests (”cities”) where taxpayers feed not only their own kids but the welfare litters as well.
One day I found out my daughter was “sharing” her lunch with another girl who sat at the same lunch table because the girl didn’t have any lunch and didn’t have any money and my daughter felt bad for her. So I started adding extra sandwiches and fruit and cheese crackers to my daughter’s lunch so she’d have more to “share”.
On the one hand, I’m glad those days are long over, but on the other hand - - man, I am freaking old. Oh well... Like Dear old Dad always said, “Growing old sure beats the alternative.”
That is the absolute truth! The worst offenders who come over our house are the kids who monitor what their kids eat like gestapo agents. They drink soda after soda and all the junk they can get their hands on. My daughter has a good friend who has a mother who is a real perfectionist control freak. She was in sororities in college, perfect house, etc. Well, this kid is cursed with a pear shaped frumpy body. It drives the mom insane because it does not fit with her perfect world. So, they never have junk food in the house. Let me tell you, when she comes to my house—I have to hide certain foods if I do not want them all eaten. Coke after coke, she will make frozen waffles and use half a stick of butter, etc.