Don’t Dessert Me

Waitress: “Did we save room for dessert?”

Me: “No. Not even close.”

My Oldest, age 15: “Talk to me.”

Oldest: (orders pie)

Me: “Are you sure about that?”

Oldest: “I may throw up, but it will be worth it. Go Big Or Go Home.”

Me: “I knew I was raising you right.”

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