will I run through the house looking for "the other shoe?"
will I pour another cup of milk after the first/second/third one spilled?
will I have to use a nail scrubber to get the baby poop out from under my fingernails?
will I have to watch the same episode of Max and Ruby?
will I have to answer the question, "Why Mommy?"
will I have to go back into the house because somebody forgot something?
will I step on a Barbie shoe on my way to the bathroom at 3am?
will I have to do a load of laundry at 8:30pm because the blue shirt is dirty and tomorrow is "Blue Day?"
will I have to run to the grocery store to get the missing ingredient?
will I have to pick the towels up off the bathroom floor?
will I have to pick up the socks from the floor?
will I have to buy wrapping paper from the neighbor's kid so one day his mom will buy salted peanuts from my kid?
will I have to stop what I'm doing because my little one says "I show sompin to you Momma?"
will I have to change my shirt before I run out the door because the little one hugging me had sticky fingers?
will I have to yell out "STOP AND LOOK!" before my child runs across the street?
The answer to every single question, every single time it happens...
Just one more time. Because I love them. Just one more time.