my 7yo son is a menace

just had to sand down a fork-scratched dining table. again. why do 4-year-olds with utensils equal destruction?

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fresh squeezed OJ at brunch. watched the waiter pour tropicana from behind the bar.

the packaging required scissors. I didn't have scissors. my hands now have opinions.

oatmeal that looks gourmet on the menu arrives looking like it was already eaten once

avocados are rock hard for 5 days and then completely black inside on day 6. every time.

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