When I was 8, I was playing skee ball at an arcade. I had $2 in quarters in a small cup on the railing while I played.

Another kid and his brother came by and started talking to me. While the one kid distracted me, the other stole my cup. Once I realized what happened my older brother and I flagged the security guard. We found the kids holding the same cup (pretty distinctive because it came from another spot on the boardwalk) with exactly $2 in it.

The security guard couldn’t do anything because I didn’t actually see them take it. I still remember the kids grin when he realized he got away with it.

$2 30+ years later and I’m still tilted about it. That one interaction warped my view of people my entire life.

This is what worked for me. I never saw the appeal until I started seasoning it with other things. I’ll put a thin layer of avo, salt, lime, garlic powder, paprika on sandwiches instead of mayo and it’s incredible.

You can accidentally make a person, but you can’t accidentally make a pizza.

That only lasts so long. My kids do their own thing, I do my own thing, and we do things together. I love hanging out with them and enjoying our shared interests. I know someday they won’t want to/be able to spend that time together, so I take advantage while I can.

Awesome!

… we’ll never hear about this again.