This is what my grandparents, aunt, and uncle looked like in their 70s and 80s. Today’s octogenarians are nothing like this. It could be the hair dye, or maybe it’s all the birthday cake.
Last weekend, I co-hosted an early, semi-surprise birthday party for my mother, and I learned a few things along the way. For one, octogenarians know how to party.
The Great Food Fight
For as long as I can remember, my youngest has been a picky eater (with a big sweet tooth). As someone with an autoimmune disease, healthy eating is a priority, so I’m a stickler for my boys eating well-balanced meals.
But they’re not babies anymore. I know I have to pick my battles, and this year, I finally decided that school lunch and O’s pre/post-game candy ritual are not hills I’m willing to die on.
As a result, our great food fight is now more like a cold war.
