One
of the best things about becoming a mom is that you get to mess with
your kids in many of the same ways your mom messed with you. It's often
unintentional of course, but when I'm singing along with the radio in
the car and my kid begs me to stop, I know I've entered that special
club. Someday my driving, the way I talk to waitstaff, and my bitter
complaints about the price of things nowadays will all fill my child
with the exasperation only a kid can feel towards their mother.
Now I have one more thing to add to the list...
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