I am....

I am a mom....how do you know, one might ask?

First clue would be the stretch marks strategically placed around what used to be my waist.

Secondly, there are two people in this world that have remarkable similarities to me that only genetics could duplicate.

My last piece of evidence is this:

I went to pick up my daughter from daycare and she was sitting on the rug while her teacher was reading the class a book. I sat down beside her and she crawled on my lap to finish the story. A little girl in her class came and sat down next to us. She too scooted close to me and leaned in a little, resting her head on my arm. She then looked up at me and said, "You smell like a mommy."

So there you have it. I am a mom because I smell like one!