The act of parental figures settling for the less graceful pleasures of life behind their children’s back, so their children are able to receive the greatest in life.
*Only two regular slices and the two heel of the bread left*
Son: Hey dad! Thanks for the crustless sandwich! You know I hate the crust.
Dad: *eating both heels of the bread* Of course son. Some day you will understand.
90% crust
9% fuckboy
1% awkwardness
You can't date the heel of the bread!