Hi. It’s me again. The ultimate 10-year-old food expert who actually knows what’s going on. My mom (you know, the one who thinks she runs this blog) has let me use the computer again, probably because she’s busy trying to figure out how to use the “boomerang” feature on Instagram without looking like she’s having a seizure. Anyway, I need to tell you about last night. Last night was supposed to be a normal night. A glorious, beautiful, parent-free(ish) night. It was a PLAYDATE. My friend—let’s call her “Friend 1” because privacy is important—was over. My 7-year-old sister, who is……