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I am a single mother and when my daughter was growing up once in a while, when I was tired after work, we would have "Breakfast for Dinner" night. I had friends who thought that was terrible! But my daughter and I have fond memories of eating waffles and eggs for dinner once in awhile. As a child, she thought that was pretty cool. She is now in college, an honor student and has an adventuress spirit. I like to think "Breakfast for Dinner" contributed to that.

- Patricia L.
Dallas, Texas

I was a new mom, our firstborn son was 6 months old. He had had pneumonia and the doctor put him on antibiotics and a mild steroid. My husband and I were a bit anxious since we'd never dealt with an illness in our son before, and were trying to be oh-so diligent in his care.

I had gone to bed and had been there for about an hour when my husband woke me up, holding the baby. "Look at him" he told me. When I got my eyes open and focused I gasped at the sight. Our son's eyes were like saucers, and his blanched face was pale. My husband put him down on the bed where my son proceeded to lap around the bed crawling as fast as his little arms and legs would allow. "Possessed" came to mind. Shortly we realized I had mixed up the medicine doses, resulting in double-dosing the steroids. I immediately called the doctor who told me he would eventually wind down and that there was nothing to worry about. He did wind down and/or wear himself out and fell asleep.

Thankfully he recovered fully from the pneumonia and the medicine mishap, but I couldn't help thinking of all the "what ifs" and feeling like the worst mother ever.

- Suzette A.
Lakeside, Texas

My husband and I distinctly remember the incident with the Iguana. My 12 year old son nagged me to purchase an Iguana while my husband was out of town. I repeatedly told him we would have to wait until his father returned from his trip. As soon as my husband walked in, my son started nagging him about purchasing an Iguana. My husbands response (about 10 times a day) was “No. You would play with it for two weeks, get tired of it, and then I would have to take care of it.” This went on for weeks.

One night, my husband and I were sitting on my sons bed reading him a story, and my husband jokingly pointed to the poster of Cindy Crawford over the bed and said “Hey, son, that’s what I want.” Our son, popped up off the pillow and announced ”No, Dad, you would play with her for two weeks, get tired of her, and then I would have to take care of her.”

We had an Iguana the next day.

- Lisa T.
Raleigh, North Carolina

Recently I met my husband, 4 year old son and 10 year old stepdaughter at the McDonald's for lunch. It was one of those playplace McDonald's with all the slides, etc. Shortly after getting our food, our son was on the top of the slides and had an "accident". It wasn't long before I heard kids screaming "Ewww, gross! There's pee dripping down the slide and through the cracks of the jungle gym!" My step daughter (never one for being discreet) comes down the steps swinging my son's soggy Buzz Lightyear underpants around on her finger, while my son follows behind, confused about what all the fuss is about, why can't he just keep playing? I felt all the mother's eye's burning into the back of my skull! It was at that point that I decided our food was "to go" and we skedaddled out of there as fast as possible!

- Kelly I.

Lyons, Colorado