Nate just got out of bed for the third time tonight (new fun phase we're going through). As I'm silently leading him back to bed, ala Supernanny, and he's happily chattering away.
Nate: "Mama, there's a fish on your shirt. Look at that fish! Is that a fish Mama?"
Mama: (finally breaking down and smiling) "Yes, Nate, it's a fish. Goodnight."
As the door closes, he giggles and says "Silly fish." I laugh and shut the door and hear, faintly, "Watch your fingers Mama!"
Parenthood is hard and horrible and tiring and ridiculous and frustrating. Also the best thing ever. Ever.