10. I regularly let my daughter walk around without pants. It's just us here, we ain't fancy and I don't want to have a half hour talk/fit trying to convince her to put her pants back on.
9. I've wiped noses with my shirt. In public.
8. My kids know the opening to The Simpsons and my daughter says "D'oh!"
7. I take advantage of my kids' echolalia by getting them to say funny things. Then I hope that they don't repeat it at school.
6. When my daughter obsessively smooths every single wrinkle from the blanket she's laid out, I smile proudly at my little OCD nutcase.
5. I have held my sobbing daughter through a particularly hard poop.
4. I sing along to Sesame Street songs and try to get the kids involved. There's visible eye rolling.
3. I've licked my hand to smooth down the boy's hair.
2. Sometimes it's just easier to serve noodles 5 days in a row than argue.
1. I've already considered grounding the littlest for making me spend 2 months on bed rest.