Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
In this context, I barely even know what “noob” means.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
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