The first real argument we had was over a snickers bar

Yes, yall. A snickers ice cream bar…

At the time, I was in college and Papa had just moved in with me (sorry dad). A few days before, I’d eaten half of MY snickers ice cream bar and carefully placed it in the freezer. I came home one afternoon with my heart and taste buds set on that half-eaten ice cream bar. I open the freezer and what do I find? 

Not my snickers ice cream bar. 

This boy ATE MY ICE CREAM!!!

When I tell you, I was ready to fight this man!!! I was A.N.G.R.Y

I asked Papa why he would eat something that didn’t belong to him. His response, “It was just sitting there, I didn’t think you wanted it” … He didn’t understand the concept of saving some for later. clearly, he grew up as the only child because eating someone else’s stuff in my house growing up meant you were willing to throw hands for it. 

After the dust settled, Papa went to the gas station and bought me every snack they had, but they were out of snickers ice cream bars.

Fast forward 15 years later, he still eats stuff that ain’t his.

What I’ve learned: Hide the stuff I really want in the vegetable bin!

But seriously, we’ve both learned to be considerate of each other. He’s gotten better with asking and I’ve gotten better with sharing.