I think my eight-year-old daughter has been watching congressional hearings on CNN behind my back. It’s just this sense I have.
I came into the living room yesterday afternoon to discover a couch full of crumbs. Pop Tart crumbs. Very telling. We have regulations here in the house, prohibiting the unsupervised consumption of Pop Tarts. Yes, they are acknowledged by all parties to be hearty and delicious. They are, however, the crumbliest, messiest food in the mass-produced, toastable pastry milieu. It's impossible to take a bite of one and not spray bits everywhere.30 Days of Dads: Didactic Pirate, "What My Daughter Learned From BP" | DadCentric
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