Half Right

When I was young, my mother yelled frequently, "When you grow up, I hope you have a child just like you!"

What she should have been yelling was, "When you grow up, I hope you have a child just like me!"

Because I have both of those children, and I know exactly which one I understand, and which one drives me right to the brink of sanity in a brake-less Ferrari.



And Mom? I mean that in the nicest way possible. I wouldn't trade either one of you for all the diamonds in Tiffany's.