Every day I put a note in my kids lunch box. One day I was feeling inspired and drew a little pokemon on my note. It has since spiraled completely out of fucking control and I now have a dedicated sketch book for drawing his lunch notes (that also include character stats.)
Here’s how it started
My Pidgeotto was my pride and joy
Then I got some bigger paper
I mean…..it’s kind of recognizable. There’s nine tails so that helps.
WELL. Then I just….did as I do and went fucking ham on this shit. This is what his notes have looked like this week
I may fail in many regards as a human and a mother, but my fucking lunch notes are on POINT. Hopefully my kid remembers these when he’s in therapy 20 years from now.
















