Purely Anecdotal

Son Number 1 to Son Number Two: “Guys like you should not be using tasers.”

This is what I overhear as I am passing by the kitchen computer.

Just keep moving, Mom. There’s a nice relaxing game of “Okay, you be the mommy kitty and I’ll be the baby” going on in the next room.

My daughter spilled half a box of cheerios (literally) on the kitchen floor last night, and no one could take two steps without their mercilessly being crunch crunched underfoot. While stalking about with a dust pan and doing her best to take care of the mess, Cate muttered, “No one else will remember this night, but I…I will always remember.”

I have no idea where she gets her flair for the dramatic.

Do you?