Little kid on the plane to Boston says “do they speak English there?” and his mom says “kinda!”

Prepare your kids for social media by putting their artwork on the fridge and writing a bunch of mean comments under it.

If you pass out in front of your kids they will either try to call an ambulance or use you as a trampoline. You just don’t know.

I have three kids. I should be terrified of sex.

My kid tells me his toothpaste is “too spicy” but he doesn’t seem to be having any trouble with Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.

I love all mythical creatures. Vampires, werewolves, unicorns, kids who listen.

When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.

At my next job, I’m gonna lie about having a kid so I can leave the office anytime I want like everyone else with children.

Someone needs to invent a kid that listens the first time.

I wish I was a kid again so everyone would be proud of me for taking a long nap.

I could never be an Instagram mom influencer. For starters, I wouldn’t be able to give my kids a name like Banjo or Parmesan or Chandelier.

I love when kids tell me what they want to be when they grow up, because I’m still looking for ideas.

Everyone who got my kids board games for Christmas, when are you coming back to play with them?

I taught my kids about democracy tonight by having them vote on which movie to watch and pizza to order. I then picked the movie and pizza because I’m the one with the money.

Ever since I was a little kid I always knew I wanted to struggle to survive.

When I was a kid, I never expected the future to suck this much.

No one suddenly needs anything more than a kid whose mom has just sat down and gotten comfortable.

Ever feel like you’re adulting, but only on the outside? Inside, you’re just a kid hoping someone else will make dinner.

Kid, I have jeans older than you.

As a kid, I was worried about randomly disappearing into the Bermuda Triangle forever. As an adult, I’m wondering how I can actually make that happen.