from Sam Parr | by Sam Parr

Every night at 11 pm, the Sam that you know goes away. I walk downstairs and destroy the snack cabinets. Peanut butter, cookies, chips. Bear Sam crushes it all. @SaraSodineParr knows the bear came because cabinets are open and there’s a trail of chocolate chips to the bed.

I’m so excited when, one day, I get the chance to destroy my kids brown paper bag lunches in the middle of the night. Pudding. Doritos. Gogurt. It’ll all be mine.