Karma kicked my butt

We had a great morning playing at North Dale.  Our good friends were there, it wasn't too crowded and the weather was fantastic.  We ended up staying until noon.  Perfect,  the free lunch from the St Paul schools starts at noon. 

 We convinced Karen and Aiden to come eat with us.  This lunch program is fantastic.  It's healthy and free for kids.  There are a few very strict rules and the 14 year olds running it will make you abide by them.  1. only the kids can eat it (parents can't even take a sip of milk). 2. the food has to be eaten there (no taking 1/2 eaten sandwiches home).  Those are the 2 rules and I can't seem to follow them.   My friend, Kelly taught me how to sneak the food into the diaper bag while the kids are diverting the attention of the food drill sergeant.  I used this tactic today to sneak this half pint carton of 1% milk into the stroller.

 We have plenty of milk at home, but I just cannot seem to pass up a free school sized carton of milk.  Plus, Oliver has a tough time drinking straight out of the carton.  I have straws at home that would make it easier.  

Okay, stop making excuses.  I knew it was wrong.  I snuck the carton into the car and drove it home, feeling extremely guilty the whole time.  Oliver carried the smashed up, mushy milk into the house asking for a straw 1,000 times.  I set Amelia down and pulled a straw out of the drawer.  I opened the beat up carton and smelled the milk.  It smelled a little off, but I always think perfectly good milk smells bad. I took a small sip... argggggg.    It was spoiled.  I dumped the milk down the drain, chunks and all.   I was swishing and spitting the nearest water I could find and then guzzling my Diet Coke.  Oliver was laughing hysterically at me.  

The free lunch Gods were looking down at me pointing and laughing.  Okay,  I think I learned my lesson.  Next time I will at least look at the expiration date before I stick something into my bag.     * this particular milk expired today.