You know you are a Bukharian Mom when...no silly, not when you have a child...L0L

You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.

You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke your child's favorite toy and made him/her cry.

You hide in the bathroom to be alone.

You mastered the art of placing large quantities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.

You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then spend half the night talking about and checking on the kids.

You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it's the only one your child eats.

You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons, while your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.

You hate the thought of your son'shis wife.

You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.

You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.

You read that the average five year old asks 437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is above average.

You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job", but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world...

is it just me? i really dont see how this lets u know ur a bukharian mother.....