Mommy of the Year

One other thing to mention about our trip to New York over Memorial Day: Jill is trying to best me at Mommy of the Year.

Consider Exhibit A: her five year old son, Mr. Mischief.

Soon after we arrived at their apartment in NY, he found something to be disapointing. "Dammit," he said.

Scouter and I looked at each other, surpressed laughs, and looked at Jill. She rolled her eyes. "Just wait," she said.

Sure enough, we waited a few minutes and he wandered through the room muttering to himself, "Vagina, vagina, vagina."

Now that's a word my kids don't even know!

She may have the upper hand now... but I'm certain I can take her!