The thing about living with a family that has little kids is that things go missing. 

Let's take into account my missing hairbrush. This morning I used it to, you guessed it, brush my hair. Now, less than 12 hours later, it's missing. Not in any of the drawers in my bathroom, not in any of the girls bathroom, and I doubt the boy would take a pink hairbrush to brush is buzz cut... 

Another thing about living with a family that has little kids is that they like to rough house.

When I say rough house, I don't mean chase each other lahdydahdah, I mean rough.house. These kids are tough and active. I usually get a nightly tackle from one of the three youngest. Usually these tackles involve a dog piling of sorts. They come out of nowhere. I may turn the corner and BAM, my legs are taken out from under me. Or I could be watching a movie when they all come running in. I really couldn't predict when it happens if I wanted to. 

The last thing about living with a family with little kids is that they like to show they love you.

Thats probably the best part.