my kid's destruction

just cleaned up after a 6-year-old 'artist'. crayons on the walls, paint on the carpet, and don't even get me started on the toilet.

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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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