My Oldest, age 14: “And where are you two going tonight on your date?”
Me: “A party.”
Oldest: “Will there be alcohol?”
Me: “Yes.”
Oldest: “Have you made arrangements for a designated driver?”
Me: “Wait… Which one of us is the parent here? This is like good cop / bad cop or something.”
Oldest: “You seem to be avoiding that last question.”
Me: (pause) “Yes, I will not drink so I can drive us home.”
Oldest: “Good. You may leave now.”
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.”
I made Potstickers at home! So delicious.
Upside: MUCH cheaper than a restaurant.
Downside: I may have just eaten an irresponsible amount of potstickers.
Very Vocal Viking 