Thursday afternoon the Cat asked me, "Are those chips okay?" and I had no idea what he meant. "You know, I figured the cheese wouldn't be okay, but I ate the crackers that came with them." he continued.

It wasn't until I emptied the boys' backpacks that I saw what happened: I had swapped the Cat's and Splig's lunches. Yes, the crackers the Cat ate technically weren't "approved" but I was glad he didn't eat the neon yellow cheese. (Yes, I sometimes feed Splig the artificial stuff to which the Cat is sensitive.)

The next morning I was extra-careful. Or so I thought.

Splig complained that his backpack was really heavy. I dismissed it as being the ranting of a melodramatic kindergartner who wanted the school week to be over.

But when the kids got home from school, the Cat told me he was starving. And why didn't I give him a lunch?

Yup, you guessed it -- somehow I put one lunch in Splig's front backpack pocket, and one lunch in Splig's back backpack pocket. And no lunches in the Cat's backpack.

This morning, Splig stayed home (still feverish) so I certainly hope that I put a lunch in the Cat's backpack. I admit I nearly put it into Splig's, though.