Solo Dad Part 4
I am feeling behind in everything, not only because I need to report and write two columns and two long stories, grade a huge stack of papers, prepare for class, prepare for a book talk this weekend, do some freelance science research and deal with the usual demands of journalistic celebrity, but also because I already used the Domino's option. Last night at dinnertime I still had work to do, and told the kids to order pizza. It's a wonderful thing: You hand a child a 20-dollar bill and dinner is done. Mission accomplished! But that's like spent ammo: I like to keep the Domino's option in reserve, for real emergencies, such as my buddies announcing that we're hitting the town. There was a dicey moment much later in the evening when I came into the dining room and discovered my cat Phoebe on the table, licking a cold slice of pepperoni. For a brief moment I considered keeping the slice and feeding it to the kids as leftovers at some point, but then a little voice in my head said, "That would be wrong." I'm not sure I've ever heard that little voice before. Who WAS that?
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