An anonymous arm dutifully held the hot greasy bag out the window as I watched from the back seat. That, folks, pretty much sums up mealtime when my dad was in charge growing up. As you can imagine, things look a **little** different around here.
One night – I kid you not – Daddypotamus was teasing me about picking up something from Taco Bell or KFC because I didn’t feel like cooking. Katie’s response? “Dad, STOP! Those aren’t real places!”