If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.

If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
They expect the delicate laptop sent back in that Pandora’s Box of a backpack every morning
One tiny giggle kept these three alive for over a decade and counting.
The kids are tired, the air is cold, and we’re way too far away from our starting point.
Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
Some moments she’s my little princess. Other moments she’s the evil queen.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
This kid is made of steel. He’s like a Batman villain.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.
Hell hath no fury like an escaped Daddy Longlegs.
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