Hell hath no fury like an escaped Daddy Longlegs.

Hell hath no fury like an escaped Daddy Longlegs.
Everyone’s jonesing for that hit of the S’mores. It’s like a town full of Wimpys, promising, “I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a Snickerdoodle today.”
I want to give lectures about what I was forced to call meals as a child and how we don’t get to choose what we want to eat. But, alas, I’m tired. So I plop the Eggos in the toaster and everyone enjoys their morning.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
Hey, kids are happy? Yeah? Not for long. Ice cream man is here.
I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.