Parents of the Year.

You know you’re parents of the year when you refuse to let the toddle fall asleep for the night at 6pm so you bribe him with chocolate ice cream topped with marshmallows and episodes of cartoons.

You know you’re Mommy of the year when you shove your toddler in the corner of a walkway and let him pee in a bush after standing in front of a rushing water fountain too long because you are afraid his little bladder can’t hold it any long and there is no way you’re dealing with pee pee pants at Downtown Disney.  

You know you’re parents of the year when you let your toddler not only sit but hold onto the toilet seat in a public restroom because he needs to poop and he’s too much of a “big boy” to accept your help.

You know you’re parents of the year when you tell your toddler to wipe his bugger on his jeans opposed to the window because it’s more discrete and there is no tissue in sight.

You know you’re mommy of the year when you order your toddler a Birthday Cake Pop in the Starbucks drive thru line at 8am because it is way too early to hear him throw a fit the entire ride to school.

Moses is 73 days away from turning 3 and our parenting skills are dissipating faster than Kim Kardashian’s marriage.