I pulled into the drive-thru of a local bank to make a deposit, but of course I didn't have a deposit slip or know my bank account number. As the bank teller sent the slip thru the drawer, she began to ask about the cacophany coming from the van. "Yes, I have three kids." She was amazed and declared, "You don't look a day over 20!" Oh, how wonderful! Shortly after we were married, I was mistaken for being 12 which was pretty disturbing in a number of aspects; everyone assured me the day would come when I would appreciate this kind of comment. Everyone was right.
After I laid Stephen down to rest, Andrew said, "Can you please leave me alone?" This coming from the child who stays within my sight pretty much all day long. "Sure, dear; I'd be glad to."
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