#batman lunchbox

[daphne-dum-wamba]

Red Bubble sells skirts now. 

-pixel lad skirt-

[schwarznarr]

SO I HAVE THIS SUPER COOL BATMAN LUNCHBOX, AND IT HAS A CAPE, AND MY STUDENTS ALL THINK I'M LYING WHEN I SAY IT'S MINE.  AND WHEN I TOLD THEM THAT THE MAIN REASON I GOT IT, WAS BECAUSE IT HAD A CAPE, I THINK THEY CONNECTED WITH ME ON ANOTHER LEVEL.  IT WAS A GLORIOUS DAY.

[dancesamongwerewolves-blog]

Tell me about when you met your best friend.

Well that’s Scott, definitely. Dude might be mostly absent nowadays, but he’s my best and oldest friend.

Sit down my child, and let me tell you a tale. Okay so it’s not really all that much of a tale, and more of how all good friendships are cemented through snack pack pudding cups.

First day of second grade. Lunch time. Cowboy music plays, a tumbleweed rolls past. (Okay so that is just storytelling embellishment, roll with it, roll with it. [Like a tumbleweed, get it? Hah I am so best at jokes.]) I was doing that thing kids do when they walk into the cafeteria and all the other kids spread out their elbows and purposefully make sure there is no room at their table for the weird kid to sit, I am trying to casually look around like I am confident and totally have friends. Which I steadfastly did not. 

Anyways. There I am, looking, and there Scott is, sitting at a mostly empty table near the wall, looking my way and grinning. Turns out, he was grinning at my Batman lunchbox, which was badass so I understand why he was staring. So I walked over, totally nonchalant and took a seat next to him. We got to chatting and I realized that this was my chance; this Scott kid had just transferred to my class, and he totally liked Batman too. We were meant to be best friends, my little heart just knew it.

So I gave him my snack pack pudding cup. You gotta understand, to a kid, giving them your pudding cup is like proposing marriage. That little plastic tub of chocolate deliciousness may as well have been a diamond ring.

He accepted, and we’re celebrating our nine-year anniversary in a few weeks. I hear traditionally the gift for that one is pottery, maybe I’ll get him a three-wolf moon mug or something.