God grant me the serenity to stay out of a mental institution.
Assure me that my children are "normal" for:
Using (loudly) a whoopee cushion in the dentist's office. So glad they gave that as a reward.
For fighting 800 times a day.
For asking 25000 questions a day, most of which are identical to the question asked five seconds prior.
For hating every.single.meal I make, and for requesting McDonald's every.single.day
For being three and running through the doctor's office saying it's ok, because he's running bases.
For sliding into said bases.
I really could ask for more God, but I'm too tired. So instead I'll be thankful they're healthy enough to want to make me mentally ill. :)
