"Mama," my eight-year-old son said. "Everybody in this family seems to have a problem."
I tried not to laugh. "Oh yeah, Bubba? What kind of problems?"
"Schultz (our German Shepherd) is always dirty."
I nodded. "Can't argue with that!"
"My sister is a drama queen."
"Daddy doesn't have time to walk Schultz. And I'm always hungry."
"What's my problem?" I asked.
"You're losing your mind!"