“Mom, you are so difficult sometimes.” Kyle said after taking a very deep breath and then earnestly tried to explain why a Peanut Butter Pro Bar is a lame pre Swim Team snack.

I think Kyle’s comment was in response to me saying something like, “Kyle, if you are going to ask for something, just ask, don’t get all whiny about it.”

And of course because we were in the car and I was driving my two sons to swim team practice, our snack discussion was obviously preceded by another emergent and catastrophic situation. Yes, seconds before Kyle told me how much his snack sucked, Eli nearly lost his mind, “MOM, MOM!”

“Yes, Eli, I hear you!”

“Mom, I CANNOT WEAR KYLE’S EXTRA GOGGLES! THEY HAVE DARK LENSES AND I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE!”

“You can’t miss swimming, buddy. What should we do then?”
Continue reading “Peanut Butter Pro Bars make a horrible Swim Team Snack & Where are my Goggles: Hope is Stronger than Fear”