One of the things the primary school one of my kids goes to, is have what they call a “Grazing Table”.
Essentially, all kids (technically the parents) are stuck on the roster to provide the class with some small snack-like things that they can nibble on throughout the day.
There are, of course, rules around what can be provided.
Also, I usually get handed the roster the day before it is Middlest Child’s day – a.k.a My Turn.
It is invariably inevitable that we’e on our last carrot, which has already been divvied up and added to the school lunchboxes, and I can no longer be arsed. Teamed with Biggest One going out of his way to annoy Littlest One to the best of his abilities (and he is