Are You Your Mother?

I knew I was very similar to my mother. In fact, when I know my parents are coming, I tease the hubs constantly about their being two of us in the same room. In so many ways we are very much alike.

Last week, however, it became official! I opened my son's car door and saw something stuck on his face. Before I could do anything about it, my finger went to my mouth for a little spit, then went to his cheek for a little scrubbing! Yep....I did it. I swore I never would. I did it on reflex; I couldn't help myself; it was so natural! Little Man, I could see, was not having a good time with this primate type cleansing.

The only difference between my mother's spit bath and mine...mine didn't wreak of coffee.