Well, that’s saying something
Both my children are still alive.
Neither of my children was emotionally wounded today (unless you count resentment over having a light saber taken away when it was used in ways contrary to house rules, or being denied cookies as a primary meal).
I am not Donald Trump.
I am not John Edwards.
I made and frosted four cakes for the school fundraiser tomorrow.
I did not eat any of them.
Not. Too. Bad.