You find that your purse is suddenly inexplicably filled with legos and orange crumbs.
People abruptly unveil way too personal parts of their bodies and ask you if they look red.
Your chapstick is filled with dirt.
Several times throughout the day you notice that there is ketchup on your arm again but you can never find the source.
You have a 5 minute conversation with a very small person in which they will say nothing except, “BUT MO-O-O-O-MEEEE!” in a pitiful sob.
You are filled with overwhelming pride when your daughter not only learns the words to Take a Chance on Me by ABBA, but upon mastering it begins to make up verses of her own.