Being an iPad baby must be so exciting. Imagine going from nine dull months in the womb to playing Candy Crush.

I set up my Nativity scene, but since baby Jesus hasn’t arrived yet, Mary, Joseph and all the Wise Men are just looking down at their phones.

*Pointing at a mothers shrieking baby* Is this guy bothering you?

Watching “Dirty Dancing” as a teenager: Damn right, no one puts Baby in a corner. Watching “Dirty Dancing” as an adult: This girl is a brat and needs a lesson.

Sometimes I think about Adam and Eve and how they couldn’t even get a babysitter.

Good morning to everyone except my baby, who already said good morning to me at 1 a.m., 3 a.m., and 5:46 a.m.

Today my coworker asked if I wanted to hold her new baby and neither of us were prepared for me saying why?

The most embarrassing thing in the world is when you make a fool of yourself in front of a baby and it doesn’t laugh.

Nothing prepared me for the part of adulthood where you look like a baby deer learning to walk every time you get out of bed in the morning.

Why is it cute when a baby falls asleep clutching a bottle. Yet, when I do it, it’s “concerning”?

Being an adult is when you ask the babysitter when you should be home.

A babysitter is a teenager who acts like an adult while the adults go out to act like teenagers.

It’s crazy that you don’t really argue with a baby for the first year of its life and then you have to argue with the baby every day.

Why do people always assume it’s a compliment when I tell them their baby looks just like them?

Time travel is all well and good, but I feel so stupid right now. None of them have the mustache. No way to tell which baby is Hitler.