But every now and then, a brief spark of happiness shines through, and all the stretch marks and mom jeans are worth it. I had one of those rare glimpses one Saturday while the kids were watching Harry Potter: The Prisoner of Azkaban. This conversation testified that I am doing the very best for my kids.
Baby: Why is Doctor Who in Harry Potter?
Boo: Because he's playing the bad guy.
Baby: Doctor Who is not a bad guy! He's the Doctor!
(Baby proceeds to be indignant about her sister's claims while Boo attempts to explain the concept of actors.)
Isn't being a mother great?