One thing about me is I'm going to SWIM. Ocean? Get in it. Pool? How long can you hold your breath? Of course we're playing mermaids. I want friends who grow old, not grow up.

More people should be embarrassed about the types of kids they're raising. Little Jimmy and Jane are out here flipping desks over being told "no", spitting at their classmates like a llama or throwing hands then crying when they catch them but ya'll can't be bothered to correct their behavior? Gross