Yes, that way my kid hollering yesterday in Costco, “Mommmmm! My testicles itch!” Oh yeah, that was us. People two aisles away were laughing.

Yes, that was my son yesterday, who, while admiring himself in a sweatshirt that was too big, exclaimed “Mom, I like this dress on me!”

Yes, that was my son, sharing my stall in the public bathroom, sweetly asking me if I needed another pad for when I pee in my pants barfing.

Yes, those were both of my sons, hobbling naked down the hall, to show me how when they tucked their penises between their legs, it was “All Gone!” And how totally funny they thougth that was!

And yes, that was my son last night, who in his sweet and innocent prayers asked God to please make it so Mommy wouldn’t throw up or yell anymore, and Daddy wouldn’t be mean. To be fair, he was probably thinking of me yelling at him to get out of the bathroom while I threw up yet again, and daddy being mean is telling him that six Transformers is more than enough for any boy. But it still hits home hard when your kid asks God to make you nicer.