Brandt and I had a lot of years to anticipate and plan being parents. Now that we're the proud parents of two almost 4 year olds and a 1 year old going on 4, too, it's funny to look back and imagine how we thought it would go. I always said that there is no way I'm going to have "sticky kids." You know the ones I'm talking about. The kid that has a white Tshirt on with fruit punch all the way down the front of it. A matching fruit punch mustache and probably no shoes on. Oh, I so have those kids. I also said that my kids will be too afraid to make a peep in sacrament meeting. We would all sit there quietly, they could quietly color or whatever, and there would be peace all around. Not even close. I have major anxiety for that whole hour ten each week. I also knew that my kids would mind. If I said to jump, they would. Fast forward to swimming lessons today. Torture to sit there and let your kids goof off. I had to walk over and give not one but TWO "stern talking-to's" to the twins. Did it do any good? Not really. And I absolutly knew my kids would NEVER be the "why kid". Me: Dylan, grab me that. Dylan: Cause why? Me: Charlie, time for naps. Charlie: Why? Me: Stay close to me. We don't run in parking lots. Twins: Why? (if I even get a response before they dart) So help me. I don't know if I'm going to survive this parenting gig. No one told me how hard it would be. Thanks everyone.