Just a peek into the daily conversation I have with my three-year-old:
"No, Jackson. It's okay that you pulled Mommy out of the shower for your Pop Tart emergency. I'll just shave the other leg tomorrow... Oh, and thank you for helping Mommy clean. The toilet probably was the best place for you to wash the dog poo off of your rain boots... Yes, Mommy does have a "squishy" tummy. Thank you for noticing... No, it's Mommy's fault for letting you eat in the living room. I've been meaning to shampoo the carpet anyway."
{pours second glass of wine}
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