Confused, I questioned, "What story?"
"The story I just told you," she responded.
"Ummm . . . I . . . uh . . ."
Had I been set up? I felt like it was a trap. I am going to inform my kids that they are not allowed to ever give me, "how good of a mother are you" tests. They will be required to blindly believe I am the best whether my actions and responses warrant such a belief or not.
And another thing. Just who does Jesse think he is trying to look more like a kid than a newborn?