Couchlocked today. So the boy and I were watching the Warriors while his mom was crashed on the couch. He and I proceeded to eat half a box of these:



She wakes up, picks up the box, asks why it's empty. Apparently my answer was the wrong one, because suddenly it's banging off my noodle. Opened my head right up. Total hardway juice job.



I tried to open it up a bit more, to get some color. No luck. She was mortified. Very apologetic.