Comfortor

Last night, hubby and I needed comfort.
KerryGirl’s stomach had been acting wonky. Work for both Hubby and I has been difficult for varied reasons. We’re both tired, cranky, and stressed because of all this and because the reality of being parents is sinking in and just reality in general.
We needed pizza, beer, and cartoon night (although I only had a sip or 2 of his beer).
Why oh why is it that adults can have their worries soothed away by they same things (minus the beer, add root beer floats) that would have had all our problems go away when we were kids? I suppose I shouldn’t question and should just enjoy how simple it is.