Who would win?

The eternal question, at least in my house lately.

It’s 7:46am, and the kids are late for school, which means I’m late for work.

They didn’t eat the breakfast that I served them, which means that we’re five minutes away from my daughter—who sat in front of a waffle for roughly 30 minutes this morning, staring off into space—telling me that she’s hungry. In the rush of getting them and myself ready to le…

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