To be fair, no it isn’t. It’s never on the damn label. The label always says:
Under 2 years- Ask a doctor.

It is and it isn’t. They are actually really good at hitting the sweet spot of “mommy issues” without preaching. It’s genius marketing, bc everything they put out has a grain of truth that hits home for moms (they are hitting a broad market), even if we are a bit annoyed. They are pretty smart with it, even if it is…

A lot of my friends who are moms are really into this. I’m also a newish mom (15 month old) and I find the lack of reflection on gender roles troubling. My marriage is certainly not without gender roles and my husband and I get in arguments about work distribution all the time. But when it comes to childcare, my…

I’m a mom (of a 3 month old and 3 year old), and while I identify with what they are talking about, I just find this whole “mom culture” thing to be really obnoxious- especially the constant wine-swilling mom trope. While I know it is exaggerated for the sake of “humor,” and I am certainly not against the occasional…

Even if they find out the kid isn’t the missing boy I hope he gets the help and care he needs. 

She still hasn't forgiven me almost 25 years later. 

This is the most three year old thing I’ve ever heard lmao

See. I don’t remember all the awful times I embarrassed my parents, but I do remember the worst time my son embarrassed me. We were at my friend’s wedding rehearsal dinner. Prior to the dinner, my son came in the bathroom while I was taking a bath. He was about 6 years old at the time. So here we are having dinner…

I ran away to sea. Well, sorta. One summer when I was about four or five my mum took me and my dinghy down to the shore. Now, for me now this would be a brief afternoon diversion, at four this is a MASSIVE CHUNK of your life during which you make bosum buddies you will never see again and have MANY adventures.

I don’t remember this incident because I was probably only 3ish when it happened, but my mom told me the story. I was a bit of a pill when I was wee and going to the store was a major issue. Apparently my grandma decided to let me hold the Teddy Ruxpin that I latched onto at the store. She didn’t intend to buy it,…

It was the 70's. If you had money, an address and a Paddington bear you were good to go. My mother and the police were not too happy about that though.

As a 3 year old, on a long distance international flight (we’re talking almost 24 hours) I not only didn’t sleep, but demanded my mother sing ‘Old MacDonald had a farm’ essentially non-stop. And not only that, but any and every time she repeated an animal, I objected loudly and obnoxiously.

In high school, I was in a lot of plays, and worked backstage for all the ones I didn’t get a role in. My mother, bless her, was very supportive of her little theater nerd, and did her best to seem very interested in the many, many amateur productions I part of.

I once punched my mom in the face in the grocery store in front of half a dozen horrified onlookers, I was 15. 

When I was about 6ish/ 7 ( I am an old) I was allowed to take my birthday money and go to the college record store to buy a record. The college kids kind of steered me to a record with a picture of Queen Elizabeth on the cover instead of the Little Red Hen, and I liked the tiara so I unknowingly bought a Sex Pistols…

Well, my mother especially was very authoritarian, so it stopped me from doing anything really awful!

Context: When I was a teenager a medical condition meant that I had a *lot* of surgery on my brain in a short space of time. My parents had to go through a lot of years of trauma watching me suffer the effects of high pressure in my brain of which the symptoms include blacking out and vomiting.

I made my mom give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a dying hamster. This was the second hamster to die in a short period of time. Hamster number 1 escaped and was very likely murdered by a cat, so we were already traumatized. I was sobbing and she had to so something, so she laid a piece of cloth over this probably…

I was 8 years old, and my family and I were driving to Niagara Falls in Canada for a nice long weekend trip. My sister and I were sleeping in the backseat when we got to the border, and my parents woke us up so that it didn’t look like they were smuggling 2 children under the blankets. I was pissed to be awoken from my…

I had a job I hated and a boss who was a lying piece of shit and stole credit for all my work. I was getting paid pretty shit but above minimum wage and because this was my first “professional” job out of college I struggled to find something else. I confided in a coworker who was almost as fucked up as my boss…