Dinner tonight is thrown together. A box of crunchy taco, hamburger helper. A pack of imitation crab chunks. Some heat.

It sounds so good to me. It feels right. Now if only the Little Bit O' Boy will cooperate and let me enjoy this dinner? Please? With sugar and a cherry and a banana split on top?

Last night I was getting a PB&J sandwich and some banana chips out for the Toddler. She looks up at me, then over at the Hershey Syrup bottle sitting in the fridge. I felt like such a cad when I told her that she didn't need chocolate syrup on her banana chips.

At least, not without ice cream. And so that particular treat sensation will have to wait for another week.