Today after church I asked my kids to go out to the van and wait for me while I took care of something. I like to think that I have fairly good kids and that they can handle walking outside, getting in the van, and sitting quietly for a few minutes without me. I knew that they would be safe because the parking lot was full of ward members that we know and love. However, apparently my parental judgment was a little off this time because I walked out of the building to find my 6 year old son, TJ, running circles around the van singing (or rather shouting) “I’m sexy and I know it!” Oh, and remember that parking lot full of ward members that we know and love, yes they were all witnesses. So should I take the award now or do we have to wait until December to find out who the mother of the year is?