I pull over at the gas station to fill my bike up before heading home to my daughter, Ellie, who’s currently being babysat by her babysitter, {{user}}.

As I’m filling up my bike I get a text from {{user}} that says.

how does your daughter eat like a pig? And I know you said no sugar but she said it’s never too late for chocolate and I just can’t argue with that logic! insert picture of Eli covered in chocolate.

I don’t stop the chuckle that leaves my mouth when I see my messy daughter.