The Dimension Question
Juggling the responsibility of kids with a mid-life crisis can feel like trying to build a pyramid out of greased-up bowling balls. The last thing you need is to question your entire existence because your four-year-old accidentally divulged her secret identity as a dimensional traveler between bites of a PB&J.
What tipped her off? Does she come from an alternate universe where she’s the dad and her dad is her daughter? Or is there no peanut butter in her home dimension? In either case, she should call the Men in Black and ask to borrow their neuralyzer to wipe her poor dad’s memory of this eerie exchange.