I was getting ready to go out for the evening when I asked my children, "Who's going to miss Mommy?"

No answer.

Thinking they did not hear me, as they were scattered around the house, I repeated loudly, "Who's going to miss Mommy?"

I see Bubba passing by the bottom of the stairs and she clearly says, with an evil grin on her face, "Cricket, cricket."

Thanks. Glad I got those stretch marks and breastfed you for months. I feel loved.