When I was about 3, a Joey kicked me in the tummy and sent me flying backwards into a campfire. Definitely #notalljoeys

Maybe the joeys objected to the steakifying of their fellow countrymen. Or something.

I've always been a little afraid of baked potatoes after that.

Your husband and MIL sounds like lovely people.

I will devour this like so much maple sugar snow candy.

Like what? Please tell me, trying to guess is so stressful.

But her name is pronounced bee-yawn-say, so I don't get why 'bay' would be the pronunciation of her nickname. I thought it was BEE and JAY, too. [insert 'drunk in love' reference to watermelon.]

You know, this is why it enraged me so much when that woman was arrested for leaving her child in the park while she went to work at McDonald's. In China, completely random strangers pick up children on the train/bus/sidewalk, play with them, show them things in their bags or coats, then put them back with their…

During my time as a server, Ranch Abuse (that's a perfect term) caused me to develop a full-on phobia of the stuff. I once watched someone pour four or five ramekins of ranch on a perfectly good spaghetti dish and eat it. Inside my head, I was screaming so loudly.

"they provide ford for many a carnivore."

...that pregnant women who more closely follow pregnant celebrities, along with other factors, were more likely to have body image issues and stress regarding weight gain...

I used to dress my son in cardigans and stuff, and he looked so fuckin cute. Now when I try to do that, he just gives me a look that says "i'm too old for this." he's 6 and definatly has his own style. But he did beg me to buy him a chunky knit sweater last winter (after he wore one of mine around the house for a…

My friend's kid had a near meltdown when I was babysitting him because they had time to play one more level of their respective video games, and he wanted his brother to play the last round with him instead of me (because I suck and need instructions from a 4-year-old kid). He started crying, and I said crying boys…

Aww, I kind of love this story. I love that you were empathetic while also telling her to get a grip. That, imo, is the magic formula of good advice, even (especially?) for tots.

Yeah, but I kind of get where she was coming from. Sometimes not having any cookies is a very real and tear-worthy problem. *sniff*

You're screwed when she figures out you could grab your car keys and go get her some cookies.

Having no idea how old your daughter is (and not being a parent myself but simply having studied child psych in uni), it sounds like you gave her the help she needed in regulating her strong emotions. Maybe it was that she got that you had acknowledged her desire for cookies and weren't withholding the cookies but…

i had to cry hysterically before i tied my shoe for the first time. crying hysterically is my stress management of...not choice, but it works.

This will be the only time in her life that is true and I hope someone sits her down and explains the dangers of Facebook immediately.

Sincere thanks to the tech and product people — both New Yorkers and Hungarians — for working tirelessly and staying up until the wee hours to deal with this. Köszönöm.