You know the ones - the ones that share everything hilarious their child says and expects that everyone else will find it every bit as humorous.
Since I have admitted this as a problem, I can embrace it.
Skadi: “Do you know how I got to you?”
Me: “I have an idea...”
Skadi: “God was holding me in his hands like this,” (cups her hands) “and then he said ‘whoops!’ and dropped me into a field of tall grass. You were wandering by and picked me up and said, ‘hmm, I think I will keep this little girl baby’.”
Me: “I remember you being in my tummy.”
Skadi: “I wasn’t finished mom. THEN you cut your tummy open and tucked me in, pulled your tummy back together and taped it up really good until I got too big to be in there, then you RIPPED the tape off and out I came!”
Leif with a pained tone to his voice:
"Mom, I am having trouble. It feels like granvity isn't working on my boxer shorts!"