I watched through the window as my son got off the school bus and walked across the street. I thought it rather odd that he was holding his hands up to his face, much like Macaulay Caulkin’s famous Home Alone picture. Intrigued, I went outside to greet him. When I got to the mail box, the cause of his shock became dreadfully apparent. There, at the end of our driveway, stood my three-year-old daughter, without a stitch of clothing on her body, in full view of the bus driver and all the gawking students on the bus. I almost wish I had just stayed inside.
-Becky, mother of 4
Motherhood and Martial Arts 
“That wasn’t my sister–she’s the neighbor girl,” he told his friends the next day.
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I hope so! Especially because the woman who told me this story is MY sister!
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We could introduce her to my two year old son, who refers to “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom” as “Boom Chicka Wow Wow!” I would have DIED!
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Nice!
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Oh dear ! It is kinda funny 😉
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Yea, funny for us, to whom it didn’t happen. Becky, mother of 4, has the best stories on here. I’m so glad she’s my sister, and therefore I get free reign to share them with the world on her red-faced behalf!
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