I remember as a kid having to get up near the crack of dawn to go to school. I’d look at the dog sleeping undisturbed in his wicker basket with a soft blanket and think “I wish I was a dog”. If I was a kid today they might just let me be one. Of course, the down side of that is having to go outside to poop.
And to have to eat that gawdawful food.
My wife says the same thing. After constant reminders she now adds “in America”.