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Not the Best Mommy on the Planet
Now why in the world would I admit to not being the best mommy on the planet? Well, I'll tell you . . . A couple of years ago my then-5-year-old (Thing 2) gave me the NTBMOTP moniker one night as I was serving up dinner. I don't remember what we were talking about (probably something that the Things wanted to do that I had shot down--not entirely unusual), but whatever it was, Thing 2's response was, "Well you know, you're not the best mommy on the planet." I about died laughing (and I'm sure DH spewed tea out of his nose). She was so small, and yet so matter-of-fact, it was hysterical. Now anytime DH or I make a questionable parenting decision, all the other has to say is, "Well, you know . . . " and we both crack up. Out of the mouths of babes . . . And you know what? I rather enjoy not being the best mommy on the planet. It sure takes the pressure off!
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