We were headed to church yesterday morning (on time! on time!) and the lobbying had already begun for where we going to eat lunch afterwards. Babies A and C wanted to go to McDonald’s to get the new Bakugan Happy Meal, and Baby B wanted pizza.
Always, forever, pizza.
The boys were eager to know where Dad wanted to go, and Mr. CPQ said, “Well, I want to go eat pizza, but I’m waiting to see what your mother says to see if we get to eat it or not.”
The pressure to be the Grand Arbiter of Lunch was wreaking havoc on my under-caffeinated, non-breakfasted self. I whined told Craig, “No matter what I decide, someone’s going to be disappointed. You have no idea how hard it is to be the killjoy around here.”
To which he sympathetically replied, “I know, honey. It’s not easy walking Fun out into the woods every day and shooting it in the head, but you do a great job.”
Have a nice day.