The other day at S-O's ballet class I had the following conversations:
me to S-O as she ran away from the ballet instructor for the 10th time: S-O, go back out there and dance with your teacher. (as I give her a little nudge towards the wood flooring and ballet bar).
me to Baby Rae as she tried to wiggle out of my arms for the 10th time: You are such a wiggly baby. Silly girl, be still and stop taking off your socks.
gentleman onlooker: Wow, you sure have your hands full.
me: Yeah. Better full than empty.
gentleman onlooker: Sometimes you just have to tell yourself that to get through the day, right?