David arrived at camp without his lunch. What to do?

Option 1: David started emphatically denying he would need a lunch. "I'll be all right! I'll be all right!" No.

Option 2: I drive home, get his lunch that is sitting in the fridge, drive back, park, pay for parking, find his group, and deliver the lunch, thus adding an extra hour of transit to my day and making me miss jazzercise. No.

Option 3: I provide money and he buys lunch at the food court. Not allowed.

Option 4: Rose hands over her lunch, and I give her money to buy lunch at the food court. Allowed because she is older, but she is not interested in handing over her complete lunch.

Option 5: Go to the food court and buy him a hamburger now that he can eat cold later. Not thrilling. But, I park the car, pay for parking, and take Rose to the food court. The hamburger place is not open yet. Nothing is open but the bagel place, not so good for gluten-free, and Starbucks.

Option 6: Grab everything gluten-free Starbucks has. I felt like I channeled my sister: don't agonize over the perfect combo, just go for it; it's an emergency. I ended up with an apple blueberry bar (g-f on the label), a bottle of water, chocolate milk, a banana, potato chips, and a cookie that purported to be wheatless, but the server said he thought was gluten-free.

Rose relinquished her bread and salami and offered to buy a hamburger later. I turned over the rather large bag of goodies, walked away and started to get really nervous about the cookie. Lucky for me there's Siri. I asked and she was able to show me the exact cookie I had just bought and its bonafide gluten-free status.

Rose hated her hamburger. She ordered plain with lettuce, pickles, and tomatoes. She got American cheese on it and no fixings, and she didn't have the time/energy/assertiveness to make them redo. David loved his lunch. The cookie was great, and he even ate the banana. I made it to jazzercise wiped out from all that decision making.