Last night Sophie poked me on the arm (I was slumbering peacefully) to tell me that she had had a bad dream. I pulled her up into the bed with me..."just for a few minutes, Soph...then you're going back to your bed." A few minutes later, she peed on me. Sometimes, THAT is parenthood.
I didn't cry or spank her or beat her with the wire hangers. I'll be checking my mailbox for the mother of the year certificate.