IT'S NOT ME, IT'S YOU

I had two-year-old Jack and two-month-old Joey while Emily was at the gym and I also had a very insistent Ellery. "Watch this, Mom! Push me in the swing! Move Jack!"

I gave Jack a snack of goldfish crackers and he wanted to share with Ellery. "I want my own goldfish crackers," she said bossily.

"You're very demanding," I commented.

"Okay, okay," she said. Then, under her breath, "Let just say it's your fault."