I cannot tell you how many times this happened in my childhood. Like, pack-my-bags-I’m-outta-here-you’re-the-worst-parent-in-the-world meltdowns. But two points of clarification: my eloquent tantrums were never about bacon and I was usually the one running in heels.
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