Once when I was nine, I wanted to order a kitten poster and a Lisa Frank folder from the Troll book club. But instead, my dad made me order books about the different branches of the government and how to manage my money. That's a true story. So maybe your kid is a lot deeper than I was at nine. Good for them. All I know is, I never got over that kitten poster.
If you can name the Avenger that's missing, you get a gold star.
You don't even know how lucky you are, kid. Some people pay big bucks for hydraulics like that.
You're blasting action figures for target practice now, but don't get discouraged. When aliens come to enslave us all, you'll be ready.
Do you think this is what the song "Mony Mony" is about?
Enjoy this until it reboots and changes completely.
Here's a lesson for ya, kid. Don't get in line behind The Count at the grocery store unless you want to be there all day.
Slowly but surely you can set up a series of hamster tubes for your children to crawl through.
There is no way to fully comprehend the tremendous loss that the residents of Moore, Oklahoma experienced yesterday. My heart goes out to everyone affected by the deadly tornado.
Over the course of the last two days, I have seen a whole lot of "woulda, coulda, shouldas" from people, angry and confused, trying to make sense of the terrible disaster for which there really is no rhyme or reason.
Eliminate the risk of strangers promising candy! Now your kid can BE the stranger with candy!
