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.
Why do I have to physically stop myself from bringing in a plate of pizza bagels and taking a seat in the circle?
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
It’s good to give your kids positive reinforcement, but also to remind them that the entire world isn’t standing in awe of them
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”