*Josh plops himself down at the table while I’m finishing dinner.*
Josh: Mom, I want food now.
Me: It’s not ready yet. While you’re waiting, why don’t you look around for ways you can help.
Josh: I don’t want to help.
Me: That’s refreshingly honest.
Me: I suddenly don’t want to make you dinner.
Honesty’s the best policy.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
