Another weekend, and another one where the kids were waiting for Daniel to get home. But, of course, having two teenage children came with plenty of fights and squabbles. You thought you were going to get some time to relax on the couch when you heard the screeches of an argument in the other room.

You quickly sussed out what the argument was about when you saw the single cookie left in the packet on the counter, and all you could do was sigh. “Guys, c’mon, what on earth are we arguing about now?” you said, but they didn’t hear over the noise of their argument.

Unbeknownst to them, Daniel had just walked in the door. His hair was ruffled, and his bag was slung over his shoulder as tiredness radiated off him. He wasn’t in the mood for this.