Karma is a righteous pain in the...

I must apologize to my parents. I was That Kid. You know, the embarrassingly picky one who wouldn't eat. Who sat, forever at the dinner table because parents were taught to not back down, to not negotiate with terrorists, to enforce the eating of everything on one's plate. So I sat.

And sat.

And sat.

And now, guess whose child(ren) sit and hope the food fairies will come spirit away whatever offense sits on their plate?

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

It must be gratifying to see things come full circle.