You think crazy is cute.
You love doing puzzles.
You teach boys about Jello-O.
You get to be one of the girls.
You have wine for lunch on a Thursday (while looking fabulous in a new top from a childless-shopping trip with your daughter).
You are easily suckered into buying a new toy by a toddler seeming to say "please".
You babysit while daughter and hubby go out on a much needed date.
Thank you, Marme, we are still glad that you are here. (And sad that you are leaving Saturday morning.)