You know, I love that glow of maternal pride you get when you pick your kid(s) up from a playdate, and the other parent says, “oh, she was no trouble; honestly, I hardly saw them the whole time!” or “she’s so polite!” or “she was so good!”. I only wish I could reciprocate.

Only I can’t. Because ALL CHILDREN ARE BAD AT MY HOUSE.

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