PB likes to carry on long conversations that involve a lot of asking, “Why?” Sometimes I am hard pressed to answer.

And Mr. C likes to get into things. I tell him no and shake my finger at him…and he smiles and does it back to me. Today it made me laugh. But I am often exasperated because my wandering boy does not understand limits. I am sorry to my mom who had to deal with all my wanderings too. (One time I was following C and became curious as well…so I came along. We probably went where we weren’t supposed to be, but we did enjoy ourselves.)

My children remind me of Mindy from Animaniacs. At least they do call me Mom.