If words like poopoo, peepee, and bum are such an integral part of your vocabulary that you find yourself using them with adults as well. . .you might be a parent.
If you find yourself cheering, screaming, crying tears of joy at successful attempts at getting any of the above and the toilet bowl to successfully meet without any interference from hands, the floor or clothing. . .you might be a parent.
If you are more familiar with the characters, their lives, and the running stories behind the sagas of such shows as Arthur (which I actually quite like), Clifford, or Sesame Street than you are with any of the prime time shows. . .you might be a parent.
If your fridge is buried under countless layers of papers, all different shapes and sizes, with cryptic markings on them. . .you might be a parent.
If the single requisite for a romantic evening together is 5 minutes of uninterrupted silence. . .you might be a parent.
If fruit snacks or cups of pudding are the sort of treat you enjoy with the most frequency. . .you might be a parent.
If you can easily convince those around you, or they decide of their own free will, that ketchup makes anything go down easier. . .you might be a parent.
If your idea of a dressed up meal is adding hot dogs to your macaroni and cheese. . .you might be a parent (thanks to my wife for that one!).
If you find yourself using your colleague/co-workers full names when you are angry with them. . .you might be a parent.
Okay folks, let's hear yours! Add to the list!