There are times when I think that I am a different kind of dad, like when my kids were too rambunctious at the dinner table, and told them, “It’s not buffet time at the Wildebeest.”

Today, we were rewarming chicken for dinner, we had my lentil soup for lunch.

I asked Nat if they wanted some chicken, and they said that they had already eaten.

I asked what, and they showed me a cup-a-soup.

I responded, “That’s not food, that’s a snack.”

I’m not the cool type of dad, I’m just a dad.

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