rain on my parade.

When the kids opened their lunch bags they groaned. Three bean salad, no!! Not the fresh corn with onions mix!!

But I didn't care.

I knew my chillins would eat whatever healthy, local, free food the state could dish up in the summer lunch program... I knew because...

Air hockey.

This was the sweetest deal ever. Free, locally grown, healthy lunch served in the building across the street from dad's work. A mom's dream, really.

Until one day when that poor worker-fellow had to deliver the bad news about the air hockey table.

"For in-house day-care kids only." Wah-wah.

Our days of free summer lunch were over (as you can imagine the three bean salad was not a powerful selling point moving forward).


And thus my mom dream ended after two visits to the YMCA.