BIG LOVE

Children make a lot of excuses. They do a lot of judging based off of appearances. It’s troubling, particularly when it’s dinnertime. My youngest, Tristan, won’t eat meatballs for these reasons: They look boring, they’re not square, and they look like cooked zombies. Recently I was told the worst excuse ever—though it had nothing to do with food and everything to do with my oldest son, Titan, who is 7.

“Miss Tiffanie,” my son’s best friend began one day while over after school. “I invited the boy down the street