NO SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!
Celebrating a kid's birthday might cost you some brunches.
Sorry. (I'm not sorry.)
This show puts me all up in my feelings sometimes.
I used to be cool. Then, a little over four years ago, things changed.
Chirrens gon' chirren.
I love my daughter too much to allow her to suffer like that; to be consumed by a perpetual state of self-loathing.
I've been in love before, but this is different. It's all the feelings felt during the duration of love, congealed into one all-encompassing sensation.
This isn't parenting. It's pandering to the hottakers who believe entitled six-year-old are a scourge ruining the country.