Oh good God no. I can barely handle one. I have friends with four and when I babysit I get overwhelmed after about 20 minutes.

Yeah, we usually do the grown up drinking theater, or if we’re bringing our 7yo, the 10am showing. But I guess they didn’t have high hopes for The Forest, because it was only showing in the tiny regular theater. And I guess they were right.

How was that? I had to walk out ten minutes in, because the theater was chock full of teens on a Friday night, and my 30+ ass couldn’t deal with the shouting and friggin’ camera phone flashes.

If Matt Damon was a caveman, sure.

Honestly, I could go on Facebook and get a few more, but I assume they’re all with me. It’s the adults that we hated ;)

That woman is what would happen if you crossed Kimmy Gibbler with... diarrhea.

I’m very mad at your parents and boyfriend rn

I worked at TRU in my late teens. Kids paying in change was rare, but I understood that it was an important lesson in the parent’s eyes, and a huge point of pride for the kid, and I was totally fine with it. I actually loved it. Just asked my husband, who also worked there, and he cosigned.

Counter-counterpoint: you can do that yourself by sitting on a kitchen chair, hooking your ankles around the inside of the front legs, turning around to hold the back of the chair with both hands, and gently twisting. And you won’t die, permanently injure yourself, or be exposed to the measles!

Dunno, I feel like she’d have him take her name :)

My hospital provided formula, but there’s always at least one nurse who’s a complete dick about it (and probably doesn’t even have kids).

It’s also a good pillow for coparents who sleep over at the hospital.

Honestly, you are being shaken down. Most of that stuff is useless, or only useful for 3 months. The worst is the swing, which is ESSENTIAL if you want a hot meal for the first 4 or maybe 6 months, but once the kid can start to sit up slightly from that reclined position, you can’t use it anymore. I lent mine out to 2…

I literally got chills at the end. I thought this was going to end up with the ghost killing the dog or some such nonsense... Real scary stories are the best/worst.

I don’t think we are. Why else would they introduce the Greg element, other than to give the audience the opportunity to feel smarter than Rebecca, because we know better than her who she should end up with?

Good news: if you ever have to stay in the hospital overnight, tell them you have MRSA and they’ll give you a private room.

OMG, they’ve given my husband propofol for surgeries, and every time, I’m like, “No, that’s what killed Michael!” He thinks it’s great.

I had an ingrown hair turn into an abcess. I’ve previously had ingrown hairs that resolved on their own, so I let it go for far too long. It couldn’t be lanced; they had to cut it open with a scalpel and squeeze it. The doctor warned me multiple times that the worst part would be the smell. Luckily, I was crying so…

My badass friend recently had the 24 one, and still showed up to our regular game night where we drink and eat chips and shit. I’m like, “How are you not fucking puking right now?” I couldn’t have done it.

BRB currently smelting a crown and throne for that child