Your almost-four-year-old thinks it's really funny to make up words and phrases and then loudly proclaim them. Her most recent: "Time for coity!" followed by riotous laughter. And while you're sure she doesn't know what that sounds like and you have absolutely no idea what it means when she says it, you really, really want her to stop. (You probably shouldn't have laughed so hard the first time she yelled it.)
You've substituted outdoor rain-play for baths when pressed for time.
You never imagined you would ever utter the words, "No capes at the dinner table" or "Put the light-saber away". Whose child is that?
You posed a hypothetical stranger-danger situation to your candy-loving three year old in the form of, "If a strange man drives up while you're playing in the yard and offers you candy, what do you say?" It shouldn't have a surprised you at all when she replied without hesitation, "Yes, please." (At least she has good manners?)
You're glad that your kids like Gogurt for the convenience factor but, personally, you find it utterly repulsive.
You have to find the delicate balance between fearing for your six year old's life and allowing him the freedom to explore nature (in the form of a Copperhead in the mountains of north Georgia).
While doing some exercises on your Wii, you have one personal trainer heckling you ("I could do that. Easy.") and one cheerleader ("You're doing great, Mommy! Keep it up! Run faster!").
You completely regret letting your toddler try the Flavor Blasted Goldfish, because now she snubs regular Goldfish as an inferior snack.
After a conversation about your toddler's pretty hair, you reminisce back to the day when everyone saw her bald little head and just knew she was a boy, regardless of the clothes she was wearing.
(Look at her little curls now....cute!)
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