I lost any chance at Father of the Year this morning.

I know -- I probably was out of the running a few hours into January 1 anyway.

But let me give you the latest example.

Before work, I took my son to Kid's Campus, a daycare of sorts run by the school.

At check-in I was asked, 'What type of lunch?'

As usual on Friday's, I replied, "Hot."

But since this was the last day for the summer program, they said they weren't serving lunch.

I had missed the notice earlier that week. My son looked up at me -- with the what-am-I-supposed-to-eat-for-lunch-now kind of a look.

This place is nowhere near my house so I had to think.

Drug store on the corner. Lunchables!

Throw in a water -- snack.

We are set. Proud of myself, I returned to the school.

Then I realize, I should have bought a brown bag or something because all I had was the plastic bag.

I tied it in a knot and thankfully, had a Sharpie with me so I wrote his name on the side of it.

It was classy.

By the way, the store clerk said a few other parents did the same thing that morning. They must have forgotten too.

I guess they're off the award list as well.