I'm an AMAZING mom.

I should be in bed.

But I'm not because I've been texting a niece of mine in Arizona. We've been chatting about an assortment of stuff and she tells me: "You are an amazing mom."

And I laughed out loud.

Tonight I went to see The Butler with all the women-folk in the family. While I watched it, I arranged for my kiddos to be in the next theater over to see Planes. (It's the glory of having older kids.)

Before we went in, I purchased them a few snacks. Jack was standing at the snack place with me, holding his popcorn while she filled our waters. He wore a licorice rope around his neck. The wrapper on licorice ropes are like double enforced or something and I have to bite them open for everyone. So I thought, "While we're standing here, open his rope."

So I did.
And when it snapped open my hand kept going and I punched him in the face.
And his lip bled.
And he cried.
AND I LAUGHED.

The look on his face was one of horror and a little bit of shock and awe. I think it would have been MORE shock and awe if I hadn't just broke his tooth throwing rocks at him last month. He's a quick learner it seems.

He got big tears in his eyes and said "WHY do you keep huwting me?!?! GEEZ!!" (You know, cause he doesn't always remember to say the 'r' sound...)

After Halle assured him it wasn't bleeing, (she lied) they went off to the theater. Once I gained my composure, I said to the chickadee scooping up popcorn: "You didn't just see me hit my kid in the face, did you?"

And she said: "Uhhhh. Kind of. I mostly just saw his popcorn go flying."

On the way home Jack informed me that his lip hurt everytime he ate some of that salty popcorn.

AH-MAZING.