Saturday, we went to our comic book stores' 30th anniversary party. The evening was hilarious! My partner and I, without discussing it with one another, decided we were essentially going to be the designated driver for the kids. Designated driver is a bit of a misnomer for two reasons. First of all, we don’t drive anywhere. Second, the kids of course weren’t drinking. There were however, bowls of pastel colored M&Ms — for Spring I suppose—everywhere! We told the kids they could each have one handful. However, as I watched, 4 year-old No. Three had not one, not two, but at least four handfuls that I saw. Of course, her hands are small, but still. The only kid that resisted the M&M urge was 8 year-old No. One. She was characteristically responsible. I admonished One on two occasions that she was really supposed to have had only one handful, but to no avail, and to be honest, I wasn’t really serious. ...