I do like lists, but I also try not to do anything you tell me to...
Lists win.
10 Reasons The Emotional Strain of Preparing Lunchboxes for WS Is Getting Too Much
1. If he opens it and sees just one item he doesn't like (e.g. carrots), he will throw the whole thing on the kitchen floor and throw a tantrum, also on the kitchen floor.
2. The state of my kitchen floor
3. If I put only things in it which he likes, he would weigh 15 stone (is that a lot? I have no experience with American measures) and suffer from aggressive Diabetes.
4. Having to compete with the other kids' parents' lunchboxes all the time.
5. Not knowing if he trades the food for other things at school, such as sweets, or drugs.
6. The clip is kind of loose and I always worry everything will spill in his backpack and on those insanely expensive textbooks teaching him things he will never need in life.
7. His father has told him like a hundred anecdotes about how his own mother's lunchboxes were the best and saved people's lives, etc.
8. It's the only way I know of for communicating love to him.
9. He wanted the Disney Cars lunchbox and I put my foot down and got him a generic blue one because I wanted him to build character. I still see his tear-filled eyes looking up at me everytime I look at the lunchbox.
10. It might be a Horcrux. You never know.
... When did I become WS's mother? Well, I suppose I can't get out of it now.
BEDTIME KIDDO!