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Mini me, her step-dad and I are coming home from visiting my parents and grandparents on Christmas Day. It is raining and the temp is dropping and my mom calls me to see if we made it home ok. As I am talking to her about the ever-interesting day to day of Mini me, I tell her that Mini me is full of shit. From the backseat of the car, where I think Mini me is sleeping, I hear, "No, Mom, you're full of shit!" Then I hear her slap her hand over her mouth. My mom hears this and starts to giggle, as did my husband. I had to hand the phone to him and try to drive and laugh at the same time. When my hysterics were over, I told her if I heard that word again, she would get her mouth washed out with soap.
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