….just so ya know, ya little punk! Thankfully, I’ve done a few things right as a Mom, one of which is to keep my kids talking. I make a real effort at ensuring they feel comfortable coming to me, because one of these days, it just may save their life. Granted, it’s a fine line between parent & friend, & I know damn well it won’t get any easier. But if the day ever comes when my rug rats start dodging me, I can always fall back on all the great suggestions that came in yesterday’s comments…the trusty shotgun of course, a convent or boarding school, tying them up in the closet, & the comment “keep her from learning the new phone number”, made me think to change it up on a regular basis, just to screw with ’em! And I am forever grateful to have had my only son first, thus giving me the advantage of sending the big brother to do my dirty work. Despite being quiet & unassuming, he does tend to grow a set when it comes to protecting his little sisters. And the whole point of this tangent was that, for now, my kids really talk to me…& The One I Butt Heads With just talks, period. So now that it was all out in the open, she hadn’t shut up about it!