We're Out of Glue Sticks!
Oh, the gravity of the situation. Have you ever been reminded that "it's not brain surgery?" I have a six year-old that is the master of this advice. (He's also the master of the neologism, but more on this on another day, after he has signed a waiver to not sue me or register for a lifetime of therapy because of my disclosure.) If I complain of aches from sitting in a chair in front of the computer too long, driven by deadlines: "why don't you get up and take a break?" If I mention that I'm hungry: "why not have a snack, Mom?" You see the pattern. Sage little man.