“Hey”, said my sister-in-law to her eighteen-month old daughter as she raced across the living room of our rented beach house, “get your hands out of your hind end! Diapers stay on.” She laughed and turned to me.
“You know, since becoming a mom, I say all kinds of things I never thought I’d say.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yep. And do you know what I have to say the most?”
“Stop french-kissing the dog!”