You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make
sure they're equal.

You have time to shave only one leg at a time.

You hide in the bathroom to be alone.

Your kid throws up and you catch it.

Someone else's kid throws up at a party.
You keep eating.

You consider finger paints to be a controlled
substance.

You've mastered the art of placing large quantities
of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.

Your child insists that you read "Once Upon A Pottie"
out loud in the lobby of Grand Central Station and you do it.

You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons;
your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.

You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it's the only
one your child eats.

You can't bear the thought of your son's frist girlfriend.

You hate the thought of his wife even more.

You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches into
cute shapes.

You can't bear to give away baby clothes ~ it's so final.

You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth
when you say, "NOT in your good clothes!"

You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.

You donate to charities in the hope that your child won't get
that disease.

You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your
husband in ages, then you spend half the night checking on the kids.

You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.

You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job",
but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything.

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