Mr. Wrong Number (Mr. Wrong Number, #1)

by Lynn Painter

Because the magical thing about having boys is that you somehow manage to adore them in spite of the whiplash-inducing swings they take between beloved and belligerent. One minute they’re charming you, waxing poetic about how your hair looks like actual princess hair, and the next, they’re wrinkling their noses and informing you that your breath smells like feet. One second they’re snuggling, and the next they’re leading you to the bathroom to show you how big their poop is.