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."
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.