Sometimes being a good mom and being a good person don't go hand in hand. (Okay, they probably always do but...) When we went out to dinner the other night, there was a huge balloon outside the restaurant (to mark a huge private party inside). When we watched the whole party leave without claiming said marker, I stole it for Jude. It almost didn't fit in our car, and it wasn't exactly noble, but it was totally worth it.
Here's to stolen moments of joy.
Happy Monday!