When my sister and I are together alone (it makes sense), we have the strangest conversations ever. Here's today's:
Taylor: I think I'm gonna tell my kids that chocolate is drugs so that they'll be afraid to eat it. And then when their friends give it to them they'll give it to me and I'll eat the fuck out of it.
Sister: Yeah, and then when they're older...like 14...their friends will give it to them, and they'll try it and get a sugar high.
Taylor: Yeah! Like after we have a fight he'll be like, "FUCK MY MOM!" And he'll totally try and rebel by eating it.
Sister: Then he'll be like, "What is this supposed to do to you? I can't...sit...STILL!"
Taylor: And then he'll come home and tell me he has no friends left because of his reaction to chocolate...I think this is the best plan EVER!