I look at my children and wonder "what are they thinking?"
Like when Emily is jumping on the couch afer being told repeatedly that it will fall apart.
Or when Christin puts an empty pitcher in the refrigerator.
Or when Garrett leaves his toys in the girls' room and then proceeds to be upset that Emily was playing with it.
Or when Jake stares at me when I say "no no, Jake" and grins . . .
I love my kids. They are all just like me.