You know you’re a mom if
you go to fix your dessert
(a key lime/greek yogurt treat. My new invention and new fave, by the by. Uh-may-zing.)
and realize that you’re out of graham crackers to make the crumbled graham topping,
the most crucial of ingredients,
so you decide to dig around in the secret stash of baby snacks in your purse,
only to find one, leftover, ragged square of graham,
a piece that had probably already found it’s way into your daughter’s mouth and back into the abyss of your handbag
and decide to use it, anyway.
What?
She borrowed my uterus for 9 months.
The least she can do is let me borrow her graham.