Some indicators that I must be a mom...

I was attending a wedding last night, and I reached into my purse and found a package of half-eaten chicken nuggets. (my daughter was not with me)

I very casually mention in conversation (in mixed company) that there is a poop stain on my carpet that I just can't get out.


As my mom likes to say, "You can dress her up, but you still can't take her out."

**edited to note that at church this morning, I reached into my purse to find my checkbook and came up with that same pack of chicken nuggets. Now that I am home, near a garbage can, I am going to throw them out. Hope I don't get distracted on the way there...