I live with a 6 year old firecracker, a son who has turned me into a walking anxiety attack with his daily antics, and our newest baby boy. I had no idea the single most important characteristic of a mother was a sense of humor.
"Mommy, you know how you know you're so old you're gonna die?"
"Um, how Liv?"
"You're boobies finally touch your feet. That lady at the pool, she's gonna die soon."
Wow. I guess it's time for Liv to change in a stall.
