Vignettes of suburban life for single Dad

These were going to be FB status updates, but they work better as a series.
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Juice boxes are on the same aisle as candy. Bad HEB; evil store layout.
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The kids make tons of noise at the checkout, they are fighting to help
daddy more. Neither are providing any help (with respect to net
effect) but the sentiment is touching.
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You know how people will have a bumper sticker that says "I break for
baby ducks?" Well a moma duck and three baby ducks were crossing
Morton Road and I breaked and honked like a mad man. The oncoming SUV
driver looked bewildered and I gesticulated wildly at the baby ducks.
Then the lady driving the Sequoia saw it too and looked relieved that
she didn't make roadkill.
Anyhow, I was thinking about the bumper sticker and, well, so what?
What kind of sick bastard WOULDN'T stop?
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Dakota: Did you notice that no ants bother the cats?
Dad: I suppose
Dakota: Well, that could be the answer to our ant infestation...
Cats. You should let Sophia have kittens.
Dad: Impossible. She's been fixed
Dakota: Can't we un-fix her.
Dad: Afraid not, Princess
Dakota: I hate that about life. Sometimes, things cannot be undone.
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Jason is eating a lunchable. He seperates all the crackers and all the
cheese slices and all the ham slices. He looks pleased. Then
concerned. Finally he sighs in true anguish.
Slapping his forehead, he declares, "Too many choices! Ah jeesh."
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