Kid 1: *examining my gorgeous strawberry and blueberry pies*: Wow, Mom, your pies don’t look awful this time. Me (Ilona): ... ~A little later~ Kid 2: *wandering into the kitchen* Kid 1: Hey, you’ve got to see these pies. *opening the stove* Kid 2: Wow. They are not ugly this time. Kid 1: I know, right?
I'm a substitute mom." "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.
I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.