They
smell,
leave big messes everywhere,
don't listen,
can't for the life of them decide what to eat for lunch,
occasionally beat on each other,
yell and scream a lot,
refuse to take naps, even when really tired, and
did I say smell yet?
Yet they say...
"Mommy you look just like a teenager"
"Why's that Max?"
"It's the cool sunglasses and your hat."
"Thanks Max."
and
I love you mommy...in American Sign Language. "Thanks Ian, I love you too."
Sigh...maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.
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