I have a confession to make.
I micro manage baby wipes.
Weird I know.
But who wants all those baby wipes thrown all over the car after five children have eaten peanut butter and jelly with a side of lime tortilla chips?
You make a mess, you can ask for a wipe.
But I refuse to let you have free access to the wipes.
It's just a thing with me.
I have other things, but let's take this slow. One confession at a time.
What's your thing?