The following are examples of why I am so pooped when I come back home after visiting my almost-1 and almost-3 year old granddaughters, courtesy of my darling daughter:
Things I've said already this morning:
"Your sister is not a horse!"
"Get out of the dryer!"
"I beg you not to spit in my coffee..."
"So, it's probably not a good idea to ride your bike down the stairs, huh?"
"Fish are not for petting."
I'm still laughing!!!