It was the 7 am manic rush before work. After an exhausting morning starting at 5 am with a grumpy baby and finally getting him back to sleep, the toddler woke up. Five minutes later, he mumbled his token phrase “can I have a snack?”
This happened to be a week of “I don’t like it,” referring to pretty much everything but chocolate. No eggs. No Larabars. No hot dogs. Nothing in the refrigerator was up to par….