Nat: Mom, what's for dinner?
Me: It's too hot and humid to cook.
DJ: Ok, I'll just have ice cream.
Nat: I'll have a Pop-Tart.
They both look at me expectantly.
Their eyes widen. They run before I can change my mind and grab their selected dinners.
Two minutes later I feel guilty.
Me: Hey guys? Make sure you have a glass of OJ or milk with that dinner, ok?
There, much better.