Like the time my oldest daughter told me I looked like a clown after applying my makeup with some new techniques. Busted.
Like the time I wore tennis shoes to work and my youngest asked if I was going to mow the lawn. Ummm, no?!
Like the time one of my high school therapy kiddos asked me if I wanted a mint. "No thanks." "Are you sure?" "Ya. Do I have bad breath?" "Yep."
Or like when my oldest wrote this blessing down for her grandmother's Thanksgiving wreath.
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