One of my dearest friends is an extraordinary woman named Barbara who has three very precious and very rambunctious college-aged kids. During the day, she operates a day care center and expertly rides herd over between five and ten preschoolers. I’ll never forget the day that, while doing my best impression of a fly on the wall, I heard Miss Barbara say, “Does the dog belong on the table? No. The dog does not belong on the table. Get the dog off the table.”
She gets my vote for Supermom.
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