There’s got to be a support group for parents whose children are addicted to this game.
Seriously, what were filmmakers in the Eighties thinking when producing puberty education videos?
My little baby Bobo, innocent and perfect in every possible way.
Just one of the many items in her impressive arsenal.
One tiny exchange that exemplifies what it is like to live with this kid.
For the child who will look at the word “blue” and say, “That spells ‘waffle with syrup.’”
Perhaps the most wonderful day of the year for this dog.
This ornament is going to make my friend Leah so goddamn happy. Better than a gif of a naked baby bear dancing to the Bee Gees.
Because I got really, really tired of explaining again and again that I do not get Minecraft, and no, I cannot help you.
This season of illness is so not fucking around.