I love my kids, I just hate parenting
It’s happened. The toddler has finally gained enough balance to make running possible.
And now running is all he ever does or wants to do.
The title of this post alludes to exorcism, but if he keeps this up it’s more likely I’m gonna need my last rites.
It’s so much easier to be fat.
Okay, maybe it’s not easier to actually BE fat. But it’s definitely easier to GET fat.
And it’s a definitely piece of cake (or three) to let your kids get fat. Feeding them is headache enough even when it’s food they like, but you start putting nutrition into the mix and it becomes [insert hilarious Hunger Games reference here].
It’s so much easier to just let him have the damn french fries again.