When did it happen? When did I become my mother?

I’ll tell you…

It happened this morning at Giant Eagle. At the exact moment I decided that tuna noodle casserole sounded like a fine option for dinner this evening.

What’s next? A minivan? A “my kid’s smarter than your kid” bumper sticker? Mom-jeans?

Oh well, at least it’s not Tuna Helper…

Sorry, Mom. You know I love you…and your jeans…and your tuna helper.