Of being THAT mom... you know, the one that lets all the kids come in and feeds them popsicles and fresh baked cookies...

And so here I sit today with SIX little boys in my house. Only ONE of which is actually mine (bought and paid for oh-ha-ha... where my subscription, I mean perscription...) and it smells not-so-faintly of little boy feet.

I live in a very multi-cultural area. There are three different languages being spoken in my house right now. Two boys are Sudanese and three are Iraqi.

How Canadian is that?