"If you mess with me, you will pay the price," little kid told me, as we joked around in the kitchen.
"Oh, trust me, I have PAID the price--my body, my sanity, my freedom, my ability to use the bathroom alone, my money, my quiet, the last bite of all of my desserts AND my beauty."
"You still have your beauty," Big Kid offered when I finished my list.
"You are beautiful," little kid added. "And incredibly offensive. Seriously offensive, mom."
"Aw, you guys were worth the high price. I'd do it all again."
(Not, like, with another baby because I did learn my lesson there but if a time machine took me back to the past, I would have kids again if I could guarantee that they would be these exact same kids.)
"You're still offensive."
"I'm okay with that."
I really only even heard the beautiful part. They think I'm beautiful!
Man, maybe I should have had more kids.