The Kid called me fat today, or not fat. I’m so confused.
We’ve been passing back and forth a stale granola bar for a week. I had every intention of eating it when I picked it up a couple of weeks ago, and then didn’t. I put it on his desk BECAUSE I AM A NICE PERSON! He didn’t eat it and put it back on my desk. We soon started adding notes listing reasons why the other should eat it. He suggested I lay off the caffeine and eat it for natural energy. Ha! I then suggested he is young and likely sowing his wild oats and should therefore eat an oat bar.