“But there is a key to handling everything from accidentally eating a blob of poop off your hand that in the sleepless, zombie-like state of new mommyhood, you thought was chocolate, all the way to experiencing the wrath of the check out lady at Target who looks like she seriously wants to kick your ass because your child just told her that he has a sister (which he doesn't) that you keep locked in the attic (which you don't). That key is humor.”