

“We might not have built a carnival, but with 6 kids and 6 of us navigating life with ADHD, it’s basically a never-ending thrill ride. Chaos, energy, fun, and overwhelm—it’s like our own personal amusement park, just with a bit more unpredictability!”

We went to the mall on a Saturday. Big mistake. My oldest son suggested we grab dinner at Panda Express, so we stood in line for over 30 minutes. While waiting, I gently suggested—twice—that he take a quick look at the food options. He’s an incredibly picky eater, avoiding even the most universally accepted kid-friendly foods. He assured me he already knew what he wanted: honey chicken. No need to check the menu.
As we neared the counter, I asked once more, “Are you sure you don’t want to look at the honey chicken first, just to double-check?” He confidently shook his head. “No, I’m good,” he said, and placed his order.
Then came the moment of truth. We both stood there, eyes wide and jaws dropped, as the server piled a mountain of honey chicken and VEGTABLES on top of the rice. Vegetables. The very ones he refuses to eat under any circumstances. And if they even touch his spoon, that’s it—the whole meal is ruined for him.
There we were, staring at the plate in disbelief. But we paid for the food, sat down with the rest of the family, and hoped for the best.
Magical Thinking + Now & Not Now = Honey Chicken Mishap
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