I just want my Lay’s potato chips back… not this weird “sugah daddy” nonsense. My dad’s already on me like “why is there ketchup in the cereal bowl at 2am? Are you a serial killer or a raccoon?!” And my sister just grins and says “sorry not sorry” while snacking on my favorite pretzels. I swear if I die of store-brand cookies, I’m haunting her. FOREVER.