so sarah and i made a promise to one another yesterday on a very crowded 86 double-decker as we stood next to the stairs.

sarah: brit, can we please make a pact that we won't be those mothers that compete with each other about how great their kids are?

brit: like those moms who say, "MY BILLY WON 3 RIBBONS IN THE EQUESTRIAN COMPETITION THIS WEEKEND." and then i say, "OH YEAH? WELL, MY KIMBERLY IS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD."

sarah: yeah...let's not be those mothers.

brit: i totally agree. let's make the pact right now. and let's also vow to make fun of those mothers who do.

we shake and spit on the backs of our hands which demonstrates that we have no idea how to make a pact. we look at each other, sure that wasn't right....unlock our grip, spit on our PALMS (with my mitten on), and shake again.

i'm glad THAT issue is taken care of. sarah, that also applies to nieces/nephews. ::eyebrow raise::