It’s weird when the very news that gives you a reason to live happens to be the exact thing that will kill you.
Regardless. I’m not NOT doing this.
Kid: “I’m really tired.”
Me: “Did you eat breakfast?”
Kid: “Yeah I had a donut.”
Me: “Well I’m not sure that was the most responsible choice, now was it?”
Last night I ate delivery-ordered mozzerella sticks that for some reason arrived completely hollow, so we scooped cheese off a slice of pizza and shoved it inside the empty fried sticks. That was dinner.
But seriously– a donut? Get it together, kid.