Row upon row of joy. “Hey Dad!” “Ok, pick one,” says I. Another girl jumps excitedly into the aisle, “Mom!” “No” “why?” “No,” Mom says and drifts off to the health food section in her yoga pants and fancy nails. Ugh. Guess I’m a softie but I like that my 14 year old boy still wants a chocolate bunny with a bell. And I like to see him happy and ya know what? Life is just too darn short. Eat chocolate kid.