Poor kiddo

So unbothered

Being responsible is lazy?

Poor kids

Hilarious

She's trying her best

Thanks, YouTube

Clueless

So inquisitive

Unfathomable foolishness

So insensitive

If you keep making that face, it'll get stuck that way

So much guilt-tripping

One of the scariest things about Mommy Facebook Groups is how much personal information people are willing to share on them. I'm convinced that so many of these moms never learned that creepy people can use what you post online stalkingly. Either that, or they don't think it will happen to them. It's one thing to share something vaguely identifying anonymously, but it's a whole different story when you're sharing details about your life and your child's life with a group of functional strangers…

Having kids starts to get interesting when they actually start talking. I was one of those babies who didn't really start speaking in sentences until I was two. My first sentence was at my Winnie The Pooh-themed second birthday party, where I said, “Pooh fly” after spotting a stuffed animal of Pooh with a balloon in his hand. Since then, I haven't been able to stop talking, much to the amusement and sometimes to the irritation of my parents.

Even Harvard isn't good enough