Are You Too Old For This?
My Kids’ Snacks Are Making Quarantine Easier But Losing This Gut Will Be Hard
If you haven’t had a classic PB&J since G.I. Joe pajamas, get ready
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I’m 33 years old. It’s a weird age, teetering between being in touch and stuck in my ways. And I know I’m not the only one standing at the intersection of Young Buck and Old Head. Every time something comes along, whether it’s slang or pop culture or a new tech platform, you confront the same question: Am I too old for this? That’s why I’m here — to work through these conundrums on your behalf, on a weekly basis. Together, hopefully, we can face some harsh truths about our own washed-ness.
Every parent has that moment. That late night when you try to fix a meal for your child who has started to teethe and eat solid food. You’ve been there, cutting that peanut butter and jelly sandwich into perfect little triangles just like momma did. Maybe they won’t just eat it, you think, maybe they’ll love it. Maybe you’ll be able to transfer some of your childhood food joys to them.
Your first bite of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich…
