Michael first started taking lunch to school when he was four years old. At this stage he was too short to see over the top of the kitchen counter.
I went into the kitchen one night to see him standing on his tip-toes with one hand stretched up and into his packed lunch for the next day. He was having a good feel around, trying to determine what was for lunch by touch.
He was obviously having some difficulty, because as I walked into the kitchen he looked over at me and, cool as a cucumber asked
'What the hell's that?'
I don't know what they're teaching them at school these days, but it's so difficult to tell them off when you can't keep your face straight!