Being a Mom means...

...letting your kid eat your hash browns from Burger King.

FPCON BRAVO

That means when we drive back to base and I'm sitting in the backseat with little guy, security asks Michael if I'm 18, so they can ask to see my driver's license too. Haha..

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Two apologies:

Sorry, little guy, I had to buy you wide width shoes.

Sorry, new baby, I bought you a sailor suit from H&M.