Everybody in my house is sick except my wife. For the record, we didn’t get it from our nanny because Wyatt started coughing over the weekend, before she returned to work. So, our nanny is still recovering, Wyatt and Boone are both coughing and I woke up this morning feeling like my sinuses went on a date with Chris Brown.

And today, everybody’s fussy. Me, too. I blame Wyatt.

I don’t know why, but when I get sick, my body craves junk food. Like right now, I’m debating whether to plod up to the New York-style pizza joint on Melrose or drive to the greasy burger joint on Santa Monica for lunch. Since, my boys are built with half of my DNA, I decided to see if I could placate them with food that is bad for them. Namely, a cookie. Turns out, yes, I could placate them.

Calming my sons with cookies before 10 am. Moments like this make me feel like an awesome dad for being a bad dad.