I don't get it...
90% of children's books. They suck. And the suckier they are the more my kids want to hear them.
The huge moth in our spare bedroom. How on earth did he get in? And how long has he been there?
My son's recent fascination with zebras and fish-faces.
Heated political debates over the existence of public libraries, public parks, public transportation and public education. Oh, no wait. Heated political debates over those things don't happen.
How it is possible that I spend roughly a hundred percent of my time looking for stuff. Most recent example: it took me 4.25 minutes to find the lid to the peanut butter jar.
Berry picking should be FUN for children. FUN. So why did my youngest stand in one spot of the berry patch sobbing, Mommyyyyyyyyy.... Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! with a berry basket tied to her waist while it took me two hours to pick a quart of raspberries?
Vibrating mascara. Like I need any more help poking myself in the eye.