I love that my kids like to narrate our life. And by love, I mean, except in the bathroom (“Mom! There’s someone next to us. They make big noises. I bet that they are pooping too!”) or dressing rooms (“Mom, your butt is REALLY big!”), or swim pools (“You don’t have on ANY underwear!”).
You would think that after nearly 5 years of having children that not much could embarrass me. You would think.