Getting sick all over yourself inside Target with a preschooler in tow.
Driving yourself home.
Taking a shower and putting on fresh clothes.
your little boy serenade you from the other side of the shower with his
own tune, "You don't have to be PERFECT everyday."
Finding him washing the bathroom to "help out" with a few dozen wipes.
It's good to know that he realizes I can't be perfect all the time.
It's a good reminder to me that he can't be either.