Lately, my best conversations start with "Daddy, [insert name here] at my school said we need to [do something inconvenient]."
Yesterday, Cori (age 5, barely) said, "Daddy, Mr. Garza at school wants us to sell a lot of candy. If we sell a whole lot, we even get a pizza party!"
It's almost all stuff to which she's allergic, or otherwise wouldn't eat. Our family is doing the right financial things, which means we won't be spending a multiple of $6 on candy, unless that multiplier is zero.
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I love comments, but due to spam and tons of pathetic, entitled internet man-babies salty about me writing ONE post about sexism 3 years ago, I monitor all incoming traffic.
Pro-tip: writing a long-winded screed into a comment page on a several-year-old blog post on a deserted blog, where you shriek about how awful SJWs are is pretty pathetic. Especially since the moment you insult me, the chances of that post appearing is exactly ZERO percent.
Thoughtful posts should get approved within a day or two.