This may be the best day of my son’s school career so far…for me.

See, I’m a middling cook at best, and my packed lunches are (according to him) pretty okay.  Last year, he started asking me to maybe add some things that would make people interested in trading their food.  I failed.

But, yesterday, in a fit of procrastibaking, I made a batch of copycat Red Lobster cheddar biscuits.  Thor approved.  He approved so much that I saved a few for his lunch today.  He came home with this story:

“Hey, Mom? Could you make some more of those cheddar biscuits for me to take to school? Because it turns out that [this girl at school] loves them so much, she’ll trade her cookies for a quarter of one! She wanted one so bad, she offered to give me all three of her cookies for just a piece of a biscuit. She NEVER trades her cookies. Ever. She will only give people a quarter, or half of a cookie for a trade of something huge.”

And just like that…MY DAY WAS MADE!  I cooked something worth trading!  With my own hands!  From ingredients!

Which couldn’t have come at a better time, since he’s recently told me that I am too embarrassing to be allowed to come eat lunch with him.