As a kid, I remember the few times when mom would let dad take me and my brother to the grocery store.  He would let us stock up on all the treats we wanted.  Last night, my wife was gone for most of the night.  I think this picture explains it all:

Two donuts, knight helmet, and plastic axe

Now, my son has something to show his psychiatrist someday, and I have something to show his future prom date.