Last weekend I made a lot of bento picks for R's lunches, and I made some Mary Poppins ones since she loves that movie. This was supposed to be a Mary Poppins bento. Umbrellas, kites, a "practically perfect" pick. She finished her waffle this morning and came to see what I was doing.
"Where are the animals? Can I pick a Mary Poppins animal one?"
"I don't really have any Mary Poppins animals. Wait, I have the penguins. Do you want the Mary Poppins penguins?"
She was discouraged and drifted away.
I put her lunch on the table and went to get dressed. When I came back to take a picture, she told me, "I added some dogs, I thought this lunch needed dogs playing in the grass. Spinach is the grass." I had been fiddling with floppy asparagus umbrellas and threading fruit onto a fragile soba noodle and worrying about getting to school on time on the snowy streets, and feeling ridiculous for spending so much time on lunch. The thought that it was ruined before I could take a picture was not a happy one. Then I looked at what she did, and I loved it. She loved it, and she might even eat it. So I don't really know what to call this bento. But we made it to school in plenty of time.
On the way to school, she asked me if you could get in trouble for telling a lie when you were talking in your sleep.
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