One of the seldom-acknowledged perks of parenting includes the God-given right to eat a spoonful of nasty Kraft macaroni & cheese directly out of the pot when no one--especially the children--is looking; to consider (and then reject as too horrifyingly nutrition-less) the prospect of buying Geno's pizza rolls; to consider (and once in a blue moon) buy and eat 2 out of an 8-pack of Pop-Tarts; etc. etc. ad nauseum.
This is simply a roundabout way to admit that this morning I ate a bowl of chocolate chip oatmeal.
Changing the subject now, thanks.
For your pleasure, a Reunion highlight: Auntie Ginger (she of the photogenic jell-o shots) was also in charge of the unfortunately named "Adult Games." One of these games required some people to don shower caps, which were then festooned with shaving cream. Then these people sat down on chairs while other people threw chicharron at their heads. The one with the most chicharron stuck to his head was the winner. Or the loser. Depending.
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