Being a dad with diabetes can be tricky. I watch everything my kids do hoping I do not spot a symptom of this stupid disease in their lives. When they want a lot to drink I worry. If I hear them get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom I worry. If they are tired for no reason I worry.

Besides keeping a watchful eye on my kids I am also always careful about what I fill our cupboards with. We don’t my sugary cereals Hostess is not one of our major food groups, and regular soda is almost never in our home.

The bad side about this is feeling like the enemy of fun. I know I am making good choices for them but at the same time I feel kind like a jerk who doesn’t want them to enjoy kid stuff. (READ MORE)

She flew up the stairs covered in traveling gear and paper bags.

"I brought treats!" she announced.

The last time she traveled to Iowa she brought back chocolates from a local bakery. They were really yummy and mostly devoured by my coworkers and I fairly quickly. One of my coworkers really raved about those chocolates, so it was no surprise when the traveler went straight to her office with a bag of goodies.

When I walked into the room where we normally put public treats, I had, honestly, forgotten they were there. It wasn't the same box of chocolates I thought would have been there. Looking at the box of pastries and plate of cookies I thought I might allow myself a treat anyway.

"What are these again?" I asked to the traveler in the office next door.

Coconut macaroons and some other pastry name I didn't recognize. Not being a coconut fan, it was easy for me to pass up the cookies.

"What exactly is this?" I wondered to the traveler. (READ MORE)