Last week, I picked up Jonathan from school and the second he got in the car, he asked, “Hey, can we go to Mexico Cafe’?”
I immediately began to drool and dream of nachos and the best salsa in the world. “Uh, we, well… um… I just went to the naturopath and we… ” I plunged ahead, “I have to lose 67 pounds. The doctor and I agreed.”
“Then, we’re not going, Mom. You can do it. We are not going.”
Me and my big mouth.
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