I Scream

Me: “Kids, your mother and I are going out for dinner and a movie.”

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’ll be in charge while you’re gone.”

Danger Monkey, age 8: “Hey! Why do you get to be in charge?”

LMT: “Because if I’m in charge, everyone gets to eat ice cream.”

DM: “OK, you can be in charge.”

Me: “You show solid leadership skills kiddo, but actually Grandpa will be in charge.”

LMT (loud whisper): “We still get ice cream.”

Carbs, please

Every time I order food at a restaurant:

Brain: “There are good low-carb options. Selecting a small portion will be sufficient nourishment yet minimize calories and cost. Clearly the obvious choice.”

Mouth: “Yes, I would like carbs stuffed inside other carbs, rolled in some carbs then slathered with carbs. And for my side I’d like a pile of fried carbs covered in carbs then drizzled with carbs and a tiny cup of carbs in which to dip my carbs.”