oh yeah. i honor of mother's day, i got to spend three hours with a three year old. i experienced the motherly joys of the public tantrum, the juice spill on the couch, and being told i'm her best friend, shortly before she grabbed my butt.

three year olds are special.

also, she had to go to the bathroom and the closest place was an auto supply store. as i carried her into the back, she asked me what some hunk of machinery was. i said i didn't know, and she wisely remarked that it was probably boy stuff.