Irony

Wednesday night Jeff spent the evening at a client dinner (and by "client dinner", I mean he took some guys to Hooter's to watch the Astros game). So, I was left to eat dinner with the children alone. Not wanting to cook for three people (and by "three people", I really mean one person because the kids usually don't eat I what I cook), I drove the kids through McDonald's to get their dinner. As they devoured their Chicken McNuggets, I refilled their cups with organic milk. The irony of serving my children organic milk with their overly-processed-to-the-point-of-being-unrecognizable chicken nuggets was not lost on me.