As one of the few of my group of friends who already has children, I quickly learned that very few people but my husband and I were interested in a continual monologue of the fascinating things our kids do every day. Once in a while however, you've just got to share. Partially as a way to ingrain the moment in your brain, and partially because some things are just too damn funny not to share. That being said, you can quit reading now if you're not interested in a funny anecdote regarding our oldest daughter who turns five tomorrow.

So Janna had asked for a bowling party to celebrate her fifth birthday, and we thought, hey, why not. A fairly non-competitive, age appropriate activity for a girl who would rather pick dandelions than kick the soccer ball down the field... let's go for it. The invitations were sent, RSVPs received, goodie bags filled, we were good to go. My only concern was making sure I confirmed the use of bumpers at the lanes, to ensure the game didn't end up completely in the gutter.

It is now the day of the party and we are ready to roll. Except for the house, which is kind of a disaster. Okay, everyone clean up your rooms, it's Janna's birthday today and God forbid the other mommies figure out that our house isn't always tidy. Amazingly enough, everyone heads off to do their share of the clean up. About fifteen minutes into it, I go to check on the progress in the kid's rooms. This is often an hour's long process where everybody either ends up crying or screaming...nuff said. I am, in fact, very impressed when I walk into Janna's room. All the toys have been shoved in the desk or closet so you can now see the floor. All the clothes have been balled up and thrown behind the dresser. Did I mention you can actually see the floor. I'm about to compliment Janna on her technique, when I realize she is in the corner of her room doing pushups.

"I'n exercising Mumma," she puffs while continuing her push-ups. "I gotta stay loose, I don't wanna lose today at bowling and embarrass myself."

I managed to keep a straight face until I got to the basement to share this information with the hubby, where we immediately burst out laughing. Where do kids come up with these things? And more importantly, does anyone know if there's a way to avoid being held accountable for the inevitable psychiatry bill we'll be sent, some 25 years from now???