"blue tray"

I found this picture today at http://burcuavsar.com/. It cracked me up. Literally, pieces of me all over the floor. My fingers remained intact and fully functioning. Like the chicken moving with its head already cut off. So feel lucky that you even get to read this post.

That was totally beside the point. This picture conjured up some memories of making Eliza's lunch for school. She has grown past this, but I seriously used to number her food items so that she would know what to eat first. Anything labeled with a '1' was a required food item. A '2' was still important, but could not be eaten until '1' was gone. '3' was optional, a treat. '3's of course, were not to be eaten until '1's and '2's were both gone. The best part about this is that she liked it. She had actually been getting stressed out about what she had to eat.

She is a proficient lunch eater now and numbering is no longer necessary.