Oh Baloney

The Wife, God bless her, tried something new this week for lunches. She bought bologna and forced me to feed it to my poor hapless children. I snuck it into their lunches without warning. The only caveat was that she was to take the full responsibility for it, not me.

Later that night, both children voiced their extreme displeasure with bologna. The Boy only took one bite before discarding the sandwich. The Girl at first believed it was peanut butter, but also threw the sandwich away when she realized she'd been duped.

I told them I sent extra stuff in their lunches so they could trade for better stuff just in case.
The Boy: Oh yeah, would you like to trade me this disgusting baloney sandwich with a bite out of it for your delicious pizza and french fries?

The vote was unanimous; no more bologna, sorry Oscar Mayer. I then did a victory dance to celebrate my lunchtime dominance.