An homage to LinkedIn broetry.
So picture this.
It's breakfast, my wife's at work, and I'm trying to get our two-year-old to eat his spaghetti.
(Don't ask—it's his favourite breakfast food.)
Jarrett Jr., spaghetti sauce smeared across his face and noodles flopping out his mouth, looks at me with a menacing stare only a two-year-old could give and whispers:
“Papa, you know I'm not real, right?”
I dropped my jaw, and the spaghetti.
Not real? I remember the labour my wife went through–I couldn't let this kid deny his existence. He might be top dog at his Montessori school, but he's still a pup in this house.
“Kiddo, I'm feeding you your morning spaghetti. You're real, and Mama and I love you to the moon.”
I held my breath and waited for his response. Had all the pasta cooked his brain?
“Papa, people on LinkedIn make up things all the time, like inspirational wisdom from an UberEats driver or some guy pretending to have a wife and verbose toddler. Everyone needs to chill. Maybe even try some spaghetti for breakfast.”
Is he right? 🤔🍝
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