Cheese dip is no more

Cheese dip in a backpack. All in the backpack. That's how the DAM Family morning began this morning.

Little B has his holiday party on Friday, and needs to bring a dip. Luckily, I had the forethought to get two dip choices at the local grocery mart on Monday. He had the choice of spicy queso dip and hot bean dip. The bean dip is the one that made it to school.

And the spicy queso dip made it into the trash can after a mad rush to find a new backpack, clean off the homework folder, and to the second bus stop in the neighborhood, all within three minutes.

Seven-year-olds should not take glass dip jars to school, even after three-five reminders to be very careful. At least it didn't happen on the bus???