I am "that parent"

We're now into week four of school and slowly settling into a routine. So far, I've managed to loose Lala's name button for school twice and forget homework once. I've also spent a lot of time writing carefully crafted email to her teacher... I'm really trying not to be a helicopter parent, but there is a lot going on that I just can't see or control.  Things like, why do I keep getting these notices that we owe lunch money? Lala isn't eating school lunch, is she? She's five, so she's not really understanding my questioning. She doesn't get the concept of hot lunch vs. cold lunch. A week later, I'm finally told that she's eating breakfast at school.

Ok, after eating a very early breakfast and getting to school a couple of hours later, it's like a snack for her... I'm cool with it. Until I hear things like "I had chocolate milk every day!" or "We had tri*x yogurt!". Does this sound like a healthy breakfast? Says the parent whose children know the MacDonald's menu by heart.

So, I start looking at the website, calling around and end up chatting with the head of the school lunch program all about how to prevent my child from drinking chocolate milk and eating tri*yogurt for breakfast. Because apparently, I am that parent.