Little Brother is on his third lunchbox of this school year, and I'm hoping it will make it through four more weeks.
He doesn't lose them; he beats them to death.
And I had no idea how that was happening, until yesterday. When I arrive for my library volunteer time, the primary and intermediate age groups are out playing after lunch. I always go onto the playground and get a hug from Little Brother before heading into the school.
Yesterday they were playing kickball. It looked like a fun game, and I was watching Little Brother as he had his turn to kick. Another boy was jumping up and down on first base--also known as little Brother's lunchbox.
That explains it.
Guess I'll be buying lunchboxes in bulk next year.