Folks, if you’re going to put a three year old in a major role in your wedding, don’t get upset if they end up getting the most attention.
I wouldn’t trade my children for the world. Cash only.
I wish I could go back to when throwing a tantrum for a minor or imagined inconvenience was perfectly acceptable.
Children, all of the fun of a drunk with none of the following self-responsibility…
All these parents wanted was a cute picture of their children but, apparently, that was too damn much to ask!
As a hobby, it can be rather diverting.
If you ever want to know how things really are, ask a kid because the little bastards don’t hold anything back.
There’s only one thing more difficult than taking care of children… nothing.
This isn’t far. All I had were finger-destroying merry-go-rounds and ass-burning metal slides.
The nicer the things, the more breakable they seem.