Rachel is prone to complaining, on occasion, about the nutritional value of what I sometimes serve our children for breakfast. Popcorn, for instance. Or chocolate cake. (The moist, dense kind, you know. The good kind.)
This morning though, I noticed the remains of her breakfast before she disposed of the evidence: a glass of orange juice and a chocolate bar.
Ha!
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It was just one small square of chocolate (not a whole bar!). It's just one of the privileges of being an adult, as long as the kids don't catch you! Besides, I don't feed the kids junk for breakfast.
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