Things also start to resemble the Brady Bunch around here. Only I play the role of Alice AND Carol. Some kids don't mind their name on their bag, and some do. I don't want anyone to have to feel "uncool". But I also have to know which bag is who's because some don't like mayonnaise, some don't like spicy chips, some do, some don't want cheese on their sandwich, some want just a half...it's nuts. But what makes them all happy? A treat. (At least, that's what I think makes them happy. It's my little, "I love you! Have a great day at school!")
When I was growing up, I got a crunchy granola bar for my treat. That's back when granola was considered "healthy" and "natural". All I desired was a delicious Hostess snack: a Twinkie, a Zinger, a Ding Dong! Anything but a dry granola bar that threatened to chip a tooth with every bite! (O.K., that was a bit dramatic. But when you're a child, the world is going to end if you don't get what you truly want!)
I know my mom was trying to feed me what was best, but it definately created a monster in me with a crazy sweet tooth. You always want what you cannot have. And in this case, I constantly thought about where I could get my next treat fix. Luckily, I had friends that would sympathetically trade their hostess for my granola bar. I guess since they had it, they didn't feel desperate for it. They knew there would undoubtedly be another one in their lunch the next day. What a comfort.