We were driving somewhere the other night, and somehow the conversation turned to our always-conflicted family schedule. In the course of discussing who needed to be where, when, I said something along the lines of "Well, I can skip my thing and take him to his thing and run back and get her from her thing because my thing isn't that important anyway."
My son turned to me and said:
"Mom, you need to be less humble. You need to be more like me."
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