Remember when mom used to write you little notes to surprise you when you opened your lunchbox? This is like that, but no embarrassing teasing.
I'll celebrate Easter every day if it means I get to eat lunch like this.
It is a nice day, isn't it? It's super nice when my lunch agrees with me that things are pretty okay. Hey cheese bear, can I borrow your hat? It's so sunny, I need a visor to keep from squinting.
Keep your salad from wilting before you eat it!
Most meals I make end up looking like the right hand portion of this bento; a mush of different types of food. I figure, it all ends up in the same place, who cares how it looks? Obviously someone cares. I'm so ashamed.
Every meal is an opportunity to scare your loved ones just a little.
The big rice swim meet is today, wasn't it nice of mom to think of you and make you a themed lunch? You're gonna rock that rice backstroke, piggy!