One of the things that really bothers Kara (and for which I unfairly catch some of the flack) is when she’s out running errands or something and one of our children call to tell her they are hungry.
“Isn’t Dad right there?!” she’ll ask.
Understandably it is frustrating. They are not too young to fend for themselves, and even if they need help, they have two parents, why bother the one that is juggling everything and running around town, especially if the other one is just writing bad jokes?
Here’s the problem: I address hunger concerns with tantalizing offers of sandwiches, leftovers, canned goods, etc. Kara brings home fried and breaded chicken, a soda and sometimes fries.
You know, I’m getting a hankering. Maybe I’ll call her.
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