Write about: the ratio.
Today marked ten years since my diagnosis with type 1 diabetes. As in recent years, I celebrated. But ten years seemed like a fairly significant milestone, so... I had two donuts this time around.
Kat and I got some good cleaning done around the house this afternoon before Max returned from daycare. Which he, of course, did not want to do this morning. But I was dropping him and Natalie off together, since her mother had to work early today, so that helped.
When he came home he informed me that he'd had another good day and he was his usual happy self. Now everybody gets a few days off before we go through it all again next Tuesday.
"That's not the correct ratio."
"I'm pretty sure that it is."
"Well, I'm completely certain that it is not."
"I'm also sure that what you're trying to do will likely lead to a rather violent explosion."
"Don't be such a wuss. It's going to be fine."
"If you insist on following this course of action then I'm packing my bags and getting out of here."
"What is your problem? I'm following the instructions for this solution perfectly."
"No, you're not."
"How would you know?"
"I invented it."
"... you're such a showoff, Dad."