I mentioned in yesterday's email that our former foster son (half brother to some of our kids) is moving in with us for the semester as we support his biological family in getting back on their feet. School starts Monday so I'm trying to get a few ducks in a row as we settle him in. On my agenda: figure out what to pack him for school
lunches.
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He doesn't eat meat. He doesn't like bread. Won't try pizza. I've fed him from the time he was little because even when he stopped living with us before we were blessed by lots of visit time with him. So I know his preferences. I've just never needed to pack a lunch for him, ha.
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