I just spent an hour at work talking to a new mom about healthy fats and fiber for her little one, really laying it all out, right? And then I come home, and the second the door closes behind me, I'm pulling out the box of goldfish crackers and a juice box because *someone* won't eat anything green. My brain knows better, knows what that sugar crash is gonna look like later, but my body just *moves*. I mean I don't even — whatever. It’s a dollar fifty for a box and it gets him fed. That’s dinner. That’s what we’re doing.