Here’s the thing about lunch boxes. And bags. And totes.
We.go.through.a.lot.of.them.
That’s a problem in and of itself.
The other problem?
Is that after the flurry of back-to-school madness, they’re nearly impossible to find.
I learned my lesson about that a few years ago (see also, lessons on slippers, snow boots, and rain boots search-and-discovery), and I now buy two at a time to save mid-year grief.
So when the lunch box gives out mid-way through the school year, I’m covered.
But then, something else also happened.
I discovered BUILT NY.
BUILT as in, built to last.
I have a 9-year-old son.
And a four-year-old daughter.
Boys and lunch boxes?
Forget about it.
They (the lunch boxes, natch) come home having been tromped on.
Kicked around the bus floor.
Passed around the lunch table.
Forgotten in the back of my car.
Stuffed into a desk.
Abused.
Forgotten.
But the BUILT NY ones?
Take a beating and keep on ticking.
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