As Kyle and I were driving home the other day, he asked if he could play Angry Birds on my phone. Since he had done a pretty fantastic job using the bathroom at school that day (potty training: another post for another day), I handed him my phone.
I don't know how my child is better at that stupid game than I am, but he is.
I heard him sigh in the backseat as he played. I peered in my rear-view mirror, he made eye contact and said:
"Mommy, I am just SO busy."
Parenthood has basically become trading off between stifling laughter and resisting the urge to say, "Oh, child. If you only knew." In short: a lot of tongue biting.