Michelle: (giggling) You're talking to the wrong person about this. My child was held for the first -- No, Peanut, you don't need the paci. Pacis are for bedtime only. ... Peanut, if you don't stop whining I'm going to leave you by the side of the road.
Hillary: I am so blogging this. We're such good mothers.
Momma: How was school today, Boy? Did you have a good day?
Boy: Don't kno-ow. Didn't have good day.
Momma: (looking at the daycare sheet and seeing nothing but positive notes) Why didn't you have a good day?
Boy: (slumping into his rocking chair in a decidedly teenaged pose) I don't just wanna talk about it, Momma.
Lad: screaming, screaming, screaming for his breakfast
Momma: I'll be right there. (has the audacity to pee and get breakfast for The Boy before getting The Lad out of the crib.)
Lad: screaming, screaming, screaming
Momma: (looking into the crib) Oh my.
The Lad had wailed and wriggled himself right out of his clothes.