For two years, I had the most awesome Saudi friends. Before I went to London, they returned to Saudi. I really liked their four kids, but I also realized how okay I am with not having kids at this juncture in my life. So much work!
In one afternoon, when I was watching the three youngest, my list of never-have-I-ever's shrunk considerably.
* I let the four year old scale a parking lot handicapped sign. What's it going to hurt? He didn't fall.
* Endured a crying fit from the young'un because he didn’t want to leave his sister
* Heard the best mis-speak from the nine year old, “But we don’t like to go there. We’re like… scary cats…”
* Asked one of them to lick his hand clean because it had melted chocolate all over it, and then finished the job by wiping his fingers on his shirt in the absence of napkins
* Prevented them from trolling out the window with a yoyo on the drive home
Bless their mother.