A few days ago, I heard four words that every parent dreads hearing: “Whose kid is this?” It was during an open gym where a group of us women get together to play volleyball. We bring our kids along and let them play in the gym. If you’ve ever heard those four words, perhaps you’ve also had the following thoughts race through your head as well: Oh no, is he eating his boogers? Who pooped? Oh boy, what did she do this time? I looked up, practically peeking through my

A few days ago, I heard four words that every parent dreads hearing: “Whose kid is this?” It was during an open gym where a group of us women get together to play volleyball. We bring our kids along and let them play in the gym. If you’ve ever heard those four words, perhaps you’ve also had the following thoughts race through your head as well: Oh no, is he eating his boogers? Who pooped? Oh boy, what did she do this time?  I looked up, practically peeking through my