A few weeks ago my oldest kid came home from a sleepover and was all, “GUESS WHAT I HAD FOR DINNER LAST NIGHT! CHICKEN POT PIE!”
And as someone who, in recent history, spent several hours making Ina’s chicken pot pie only to be told, “Eww, this is gross!”, put my hands on my hips and said, “You don’t like chicken pot pie.”
To which he said, “Yeah, but this one was from a box. I made it in the microwave!”
And then I kicked him out of the house and haven’t heard from him since.
Why are kids jerks? I mean, really? A boxed pot pie? Over Ina’s?