My children are at the perfect age... too old to cry at night and too young to borrow my car.
Now that I'm a mother I'm having wild unimaginable fantasy's.
I keep picturing myself taking the evening off.
My favorite is the one about having uninterrupted sleep!
Realizing at the last minute that it was his father's birthday, a teenage boy rushed to the corner store to grab a card.
He quickly found a son-to-father card but neglected to read it carefully. Later when his father opened his gifts, he was surprised to read aloud, "Happy birthday to a wonderful Dad. Now that I'm a father too . . ."
Cassie was a really good mom. When her children were growing up, her one son gave her more "stop and count to 10" moments than any of the others.
Once, after her small son fell into the pond and came home with his good school clothes dripping wet, the exasperated Cassie sent him to his room while she washed and dried his clothes.
A little later, Cassie heard a commotion in the back yard. She called out, "Are you out there wetting your pants again?!?!"
There was dead silence for a moment. Then a deep, masculine voice answered meekly, "No, ma'am, I'm just reading the meter."