Last Wednesday I picked the kids up from school. I asked how their day was, what they learned, and how many laps they ran at lunch. Since Ella had been coming home complaining about the hot lunches, I thought I would ask her what she had for lunch. She replied with, "Uh-oh. I don't think I like where this is going...". Turns out she had a salad with "disgusting stuff, like ham and cheese..."