Why I’m Not Ready to Have Kids

When I was a kid, my mom would go through the Wendy’s drive-thru and order a salad. The salad came with a foil-wrapped garlic breadstick and a packet of croutons.

On the car ride home, I would eat her garlic breadstick and croutons.

I realize now that that was a total jerk move. She never once called me on it.

It would be really strange to love someone so much, you’d let them eat your only breadstick.

Mom, trapped in internet marketing.

Mom, trapped in internet marketing.