Today was the second of three Chuck E. Cheese birthday parties in 9 days. I took Leila, and we both got our hands stamped when we went in, for her security. When we were leaving, after a rip-roaring but noisy time, the door attendant could not read the stamp on my hand.
"Is this your mommy?" she asked Leila, who answered "yes."
Then I asked her, "Am I a good mommy?"
"No, you're a NORMAL mommy."
"I'm not a good mommy? I'm not the best mommy in the whole world?" I asked, aghast.
"A normal mommy IS the best mommy," she replied.