Me: “How is your turkey sandwich?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “It’s OK, I guess.”
Me: “Yeah, between you and me, turkey is kind of dull. What could we put on there to make it better? Maybe mayonnaise? Avacado? Sliced tomatoes?”
DM: “How about ham… and bacon!”
Me: (pause) “You make me so proud, son.”
The irony will kill you: I drove past numerous fast food restaurants to go inside Marsh and hand-make myself a healthy, delicious chef salad for dinner. Lean turkey, broccoli, spinach, hard boiled egg, peas, cheddar cheese and a little ranch. I choked on the fifth bite and almost died. Tomorrow, back to burgers and pizza. I have too much to live for.