I actually had to say to my children in the car today, "You guys, why are you STILL fighting about Leprechauns, it's been 20 minutes! Jason, I don't know if they can fly!?"

Yesterday Jason was eating lunch and he told me that his food was too hot. I grabbed his bowl and said no it's not, it's fine, it's just nice and warm. I took a bite and it burned my mouth! While I was trying to chew nonchalantly so that he wouldn't notice, he looked me right in the eye and said to me, "I'm right mom". Yes he was. I blew on it for him and gave it back. I hate being shown up by a 3 year old! And if he could read this right now, he would say to me, "Mom, don't say hate".