"Mommy, you're a big mommy!" Parley told me as I passed by.
"Yeah." I said, checking out my sweet biceps.
"Mommy is a big mommy!" Parley continued to say...and say and say.
After awhile, I looked at my stomach.
Two can play this game!
Hey part of this is from you, you know, Parley! And you're not so perfect either, Parley! You still wear diapers to bed! And sometimes when I throw the football you don't catch it, Parley! You always get jam on your face when you eat your sandwich, Parley!
Later that night while laying by him...
"Mom, you're a good...cleaner."
Oh! Now I get it! It must be opposite day! I feel so much better.