What is a typical day in the car for me you ask?  Why, it's all of us gleefully singing camp songs of years gone by and regaling each other with stories of our day. Everyone sits quietly and listens because we are all so interested in one another.  And each rosy cheeked child offers to share his snack with the other and over and over they tell me what a good mom I am.  I know, I know. We are perfect.

So much so, that I recorded a little snippet for you yesterday.  Because as you know, life is a competition and when your kids are this good, you just want to let everyone know you are better than they are.

In case you didn't get it the first time, listen again. Notice KeenanKeenan aka: Kman
Age: 14
"Special" Qualities: Door slamming, stomping and eye rolling (can do it all in one impressive motion).
Best Qualities: The softest kindest heart, hysterical and quite charming when he tries. snorting over and over to annoy his little brother who is trying to sing We Wish You a Merry Christmas to practice for his preschool sing-a-long this Friday.

AND.  Notice my fine parenting. I begin my sentence with "I'm not kidding," which is a clear indication that this is least fifith time I have said it. THIS time, I mean it.  Those other five times?  No.  But now.  I'M NOT KIDDING.

The teen equivalent of, "I am going to count to three."  White noise people.  I am nothing but white noise. I don't even hear myself anymore.