Me to Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, six blink-of-an-eye years ago: “So I think it’s time to start dealing with our oldest child. Ever since she turned three, she’s been testing me. She thinks she’s Head Woman of the house, not me. She argues with every little thing I say, down to me telling her she’s got blood gushing out of her nose, and she’s like, ‘No I don’t.’ And I’m so tired and pulled in so many directions with the other two babies, I could really use your help dealing with her.”
Kevin: “What are you talking about? Not my sweet angel darling princess Miracle Baby Cassidy! She’s perfect!”
Me, to myself, hoping God was listening in: “Oh, help us, God. Help help help help help.”
