To have my 14-year-old answer a question without rolling her eyes in that "Why is this person my mother?" way.
Five pounds of chocolate that won't add twenty.
A shower without a child peeking through the curtain with a "Hi ya, Mom!" just as I put razor to my ankle.
A fulltime cleaning person who looks like Brad Pitt.
For my teenager to announce, "Hey, Mom! I got a full scholarship and a job all in the same day!"
A grocery store that doesn't have candy/gum/cheap toys displayed at the checkout line.
To have a family meal without a discussion about bodily secretions.
To be able to step on a plane with my toddlers and not have some pencil-neck-yuppie-geek moan, "Oh, no! Why me?"
Four words: Fisher Price Play Prison
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