Astrid is standing on top of a step stool in the kitchen. James: Astrid, be careful. You’re about to kick your own ass. Astrid wobbles and falls down. Astrid: I DID kick my own ass.
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Astrid invented the term ‘baby mama’ this morning: ‘that’s my dada, that’s my baby, that’s the baby mama’
Astrid: We need a new house. This house is dirty. Me: Astrid, we can clean the house. Astrid: No. New house.
Me, telling Astrid about her friend P who broke her leg this week: Astrid, P. broke her leg. She can’t walk. She has to wear a cast on her leg. A: Broke her leg? I need to carry her. I break my leg too. I kiss her boo boo.
Thank you, iPhone, for keeping me out of prison.
Amber: We are three hot messes.
Me: For realz.
Amber: Only one solution. More Oreos.
Me: I ate my last two tonight and have moved on to wine.
Amber: Brownies and champagne for me. And I bought ice cream sandwiches tonight.
Dre: I want Oreos We don't have any brownies or champagne.
Me: I've moved on to Hershey kisses.
Dre: We don't have chocolate. What kind of family are we? It's un-American to not have chocolate.
Dre: Btw, we are the best mothers ever.
Dre: I'm pretty sure the three of us should co-author a book on being awesome.
Dre: Or virtual villages. Our husbands are alive today because of unlimited texting.