At 8:45 this evening, my three-year-old walked into my bedroom. I asked what she was doing. "Just ... hanging out," she said.

Today, I told my niece I like her dress. She said, "Thanks! Auntie Lizzy likes it, too. You gotta pick the right dress for the right party." My niece is seven.

Not sure how, but I fucked up my knee tonight. Now my daughter is walking with a sympathy limp.

Last night, my daughter informed me that, before she was born, she swam in my tummy and there were sharks. Should I see a doctor about this?

It’s not “pro-life” it’s anti-abortion thank you!

It is Holocaust Remembrance Day, and I would like to remind you all that never again means never again for ANYONE.

My son spat up and my daughter, in distress, as if she is the one who does the cleaning, yelled, "My floor!"

My daughter has a Minnie Mouse doll, who she insists is Mickey. I won't correct her, as I believe it's Mickey living his best life in drag.