Society frowns upon giving your four year old a beer, or allowing your twelve year old to bring hash brownies in for snack, but we missed an epidemic which is far worse than crack and heroin, IMO.
I am talking, of course, about Girl Scout Cookies.
One day you're ordering 44 extra boxes so that your kid can get their badge because you were too lazy to take her around door to door, next minute you find yourself staring into the freezer at 3 am looking for a sleeve of frozen Thin Mints.
You hide your Samoas in your closet, and then give your children stale pretzels in their lunchboxes because you can't bare to share your stash.
Your husband finds you curled up one evening stroking a box of TagALongs and calling it "My Precious."
You hit bottom when you have Lemon Chalet Cremes for breakfast and actually enjoy them. Everybody has to get together in a room with a guy who will tell you "I see a lot of people here today who love you a bunch" while your weeping child says "Will you accept the help that is offered to you today?' But you can't answer. Because your mouth is full.
I can stop anytime. Really.