Am I The Only One Who Eats Bread Ends?

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, this is probably going to be the most trivial post I’ve ever written. But, I have a serious question, man? Am I the only person who eats bread ends? Like, whether I’m speaking with my wife or my mother, they think that I’m the weirdest person in the world for not throwing out the ends, fam. Shit, my wife has already brainwashed our kids into believing that the ends taste different. All in all, am I the only one who’s an equal-opportunity bread consumer?

Ok, as ridiculous as it sounds, this topic has been a long-running debate in my house. Now, for some reason, my wife is under the assumption that there is something wrong with eating bread ends. In her eyes, the quality of the ends is different than the rest of the loaf. Because of this, she refuses to make sandwiches for herself or the kids with those particular slices. However, I literally don’t see a difference, bruh. Hell, to me, bread is bread is bread, son.

Now, in addition to my wife, my mother and a few other people that I know feel the same exact way. With that being said, I really want to know why, man? Is there really a difference to people or are folks just being extra/wasteful? Seriously, enlighten a brother, fam. Side note, I’m still going to eat the bread ends, but I legitimately want to know what type of time people are on. Anyway, holla at me, bruh.

In the end, nothing else needs to be said, son. Ultimately, I wrote this post just to poll my followers. Side note, I laughed very hard when I wrote “poll my followers.” In any case, it’s that type of Friday, man. By and by, I’m out here writing nonsense that’s not really nonsense, fam. So, let me know what’s good, brethren. That is all. LC out.

The Scariness Of Parenthood Over Time

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not sure if this post is going to have an overall point. If anything, I’m just here to share some random observations I’ve made about parenthood. All I know is, despite being a dad for nearly a decade, I still have no clue about what the fuck I’m doing, man. The truth is, as children continue to grow, there will never be any room for complacency, fam.

Ok, to be frank, I was inspired to write this post after hanging out with my oldest son last Friday. Now, since I have more than one child, solo time with each kid can be a little rare. Side note, I know people advise to carve out individual time when there are multiple children involved. All in all, I’m trying, bruh. I’m trying.

In any case, last week, my wife had something to do at her church and our youngest son was with her. So, it ended up being a night at the crib with my firstborn. Moving on, we camped out in the living room and watched copious amounts of X-Men: The Animated Series on Disney+. In addition, I tried to pick his brain on the day-to-day social shenanigans of his school life. I mean, he always tries to be coy, but he’s already made it clear that he’s started the boy/girl game with his classmates.

Anyway, during the course of our random conversations, it threw me for a loop that I was having a meaningful dialogue with my son. Like, I distinctly remember changing his diapers. I remember when he learned to walk and talk. I remember when he read his first book. Fast forward to now, he has legitimate feelings, real friendships with people and the whole world ahead of him. Truth be told, I’m fucking frightened by all of this, man.

Look, as exhausting as babies can be, parents can essentially control everything, son. Shit, they depend on us for their basic existence, fam. But, now I’m at the phase where that isn’t really the case anymore. Yes, my son is still a child but he’s also fully-immersed in the environment around him. Hell, my wife and I are now at the stage where we’re trying to decide if he’s ready for the “sex talk.” All I can say is, my little boy is growing up and I don’t even know how to feel, bruh.

In the end, I’ve probably said a lot and said nothing at the same time. Ultimately, I’m just a father trying to evolve as his son does the same. By and by, parenthood is unique because it’s never static, son. At the end of the day, the circumstances always change and we need to be ready to change with them. All in all, I just hope I don’t give my kids any terrible advice and fuck them all up. I mean, daddy can be a head case too, man. Shit, ask my mother. I’m positive that she had the same struggles in figuring out how to raise me, fam. I guess the cycle just continues, brethren. That is all. LC out.

P.S. For inquiring minds, my son was two in the pic on the left and a month away from nine in the pic on the right. Good day.

P.P.S. He won that trophy in his second-ever chess tournament. I was fucking HYPED, son! Ok, ok, I’m done. For real.