I learned the truth

Jack forgot his lunch money today, well he didn't forget it in the traditional way, he had to change his pants because he stepped on griffin pee thusly wetting the cuff. The money was left behind. Later I was at work and out of nowhere came the realization of the events that had transpired. I called the school, asked what could be done, got the automatic no and coddled the secrafuckingtary into allowing me to put money into his lunch account using my credit card. Unfortunately, though I had mentioned she would need to, no one told Jack he had money so he went lunchless. How's that for a nice memory for all of us with a little post traumatic school disorder.