As GG passed pieces of cut pear to a waiting M last night at dinner, he took a large bite from the top of each one. "GG!" I cried, "Don't take his food!"GG smiled back and stated emphatically, "Didn't your dad ever take overly large bites from your ice cream cone? That's The Daddy Tax. It's part of the deal."
I just had to laugh.
And then I seemed to remember a Mommy Tax from somewhere in my past.
If not, I'm definitely inventing it.
Particularly with children's french fries.
God bless you!
