So we're sitting in the kitchen and somebody at my table...um, passes gas. The offender says "excuse me" and my son replies, "it was an ass-ident." He cracks me up! Why are potty jokes so darn funny?
We're sisters - bred together, raised apart.
We're mamas - between us, two failed relationships and three kiddos aged 12, 9 and 16 months.
We're girlfriends - BFFs, in fact.
We're blogging together - posting on a (notsomuch) schedule as a way to keep in touch with our family, chronicle our wacky experiences and memories and maybe, just maybe, contribute to a larger conversation about mamahood.
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