That's brilliant.

Bless you for saying this. I feel bad, because my husband's Father's Day is going to suck donkey balls. We are foster and adoptive parents and last month we had to hand over our 7 month old foster baby after caring for him for 6 months. The baby was returned to an unsafe situation and it's very possible that he will…

But at 6, you observed that dirty look and understood that it was NOT OKAY. Some people never get that, despite all the dirty looks in the world. For some people, there's just not curing the sense of entitlement. You're not one of those people.

That makes me so sad for that young girl! She can totally have awesome braids and twists and all sorts of stuff, too!

Love, love, love that. I have a bunch of photos hanging outside my son's room - the only thing they have in common is that they make us feel good. This one is right at his eye level.

Pimp My Ride and now this? I like your alternate universe, where Xzibit is a fucking Renaissance man.

I'm glad I can help! This became a mission after the first day of our first summer together, when my kiddo looked like I'd put him in white face. The spray leaves a sheen, but when I have used it on my face I've let it dry, then put on my powder as usual. It hasn't made me any shinier than I am normally.

I'm wicked pale and sunblock obsessive and I use spray sunscreen on my son, who has dark brown skin. The spray stuff goes on clear. I put some in my hands to do his face/ears/neck. It's an intense smell for a few seconds, but it works well. I recently read that Consumer Reports gave Target's SPF 30 spray sunblock a…

Foster mom here, agreeing that any gig that bring kids to your house so you can LOVE ON THEM is a good deal. Though I wouldn't say no to a DQ coupon.

99% of the reaction was great. People who knew us understood that we would have been miserable planning & hosting a wedding that involved 2 (very different) states, 2 religions, a large family and a zillion expectations.

My husband & I eloped during law school. We were married on a weekday by a judge we knew well.

I was wondering exactly the same thing! Now that I'm caught up, wooo, Wellesley! I am so proud that Ms. Campbell will be wearing the green with the Class of 2017!

It always cracks me up when runners stop to take pictures of us! Love it. Marathon Monday was always my favorite day of the year at Wellesley. Even a dozen years after graduation, my friends and I were still celebrating, then mourning, with Boston.

Wellesley alum here. Yesterday morning I was feeling all warm and fuzzy, loving that wherever we are, Marathon Monday is still a holiday to those of us who spent our Patriot's Days at Wellesley screaming ourselves hoarse, slapping hands and giving kisses. And then all hell broke loose, fuck it.

Aw, fuck your caseworker. Lady, I'm reading this and I just want to break you out of the house for a few hours to feed you ice cream and pat you on the back and tell you you're rocking that kid's world, even if he's not letting it show.

That makes this Jersey Girl very, very happy. I wasn't sure you'd enjoy Trenton, but it seems like it was a pretty good match!

I love it. How was your Trenton gig?

For the first several sentences I was like 'how does she know all that about me?' Glad to see I wasn't the only one who used squareness as rebellion. When I was in elementary school, I fell in love with Frank Sinatra's music. My parents took me to the doctor, who told them to chill out.

Ha! Sadly, it wasn't that deep. I was just an ornery kid. Everyone deserves a chance to freak out their parents.

Some of us rebelled against our pot-smoking, hippie parents by getting scholarships to Catholic school and dating Republicans. My misguided youth!