Does anyone ever feel guilty about the Amazon delivery person coming to their house during a blizzard or hurricane to deliver something trivial like socks or chapstick? Sometimes I wish there was a “don’t worry ‘bout it” button where they could come at a more reasonable time
Two hours later he has pants on and we get to the playground, but he sees the Mexican place across the street and proceeds to tantrum his way into some chips, salsa, and a quesadilla.