Whenever my kids (or husband) asks what's for breakfast/lunch/dinner and I either don't know or I know the answer will envoke groaning, I always answer, "Poop on a stick."
A horrible thing for a parent to say to a child, I know. (I can hear those old ladies cringing right now.)
But it gets better.
Yesterday I finally served it:
At first I added the raisins for nutritional value (and because raisins stick great to peanut butter and taste better than cheezits in this particular combination.) Then I thought of a really great poop comparison for them.
I must admit it's not my most mature thought. Are you ready for it?
The raisins are flies (because flies love poop, you know?)
Because serving my kids "poop on a stick" was the most adult thing to do in the first place.