Tonight, during dinner, O freaked out over her dinner. I was about to put ketchup on top of her chili dog when, according to her, I should have put the ketchup directly onto the hot dog, then put chili on top of it.
She was in the midst of crying many a-tear about this when V gets home.
V tells her that there will be plenty of things in life that are worth crying over and this isn’t one of them. I walk back into the dining room.
Me: O, okay, do you want ketchup on top of your chili dog or do you not want ketchup at all?
O: No ketchup. Not worth freaking out about.
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