Due to one reason or another, I had lots of late nights last week. I woke up late Friday morning, late and groggy. After pulling on some clothes, I ran out to get breakfast ready, but found no cereal in the closet and no eggs in the refrigerator.

“Okay, guys,” I said. “Come on. We’ve got to go!”

“But we haven’t eaten!”

“Trust me.”

I drove to McDonalds. As we were getting out of the car, I reminded them of the time. “We have 9 minutes to eat,” I said. “But what we don’t finish here, we can eat in the car.”

They were excited, of course, and we gulped down a McDonald’s breakfast.

As I turned into the school parking lot to drop them off, my oldest spoke up. “What about lunch?”

I’d completely forgotten to make their lunches.

“I guess you’re buying today.”

They both laughed.

Yep, that’s me, the funny forgets-to-feed-his-kids daddy. Sigh.