Hysterical, but not the face I was requesting

Moments after his new warm-weather haircut, I tried to direct the boy's famous raised-eyebrow "smoothie" look for my cellphone to send to Daddy, but instead I got this. I don't know what to call it, but I'm certain we're raising a devoted comedian.

Someone always gets into the clean laundry pile when I'm trying to fold

Grocery Day Bribery

Technique rarely featured in Parenting Magazine: To get your 3-year old to sit quietly in the cart while you compare paper towel costs-per-sheet, promise him he'll get to ride a motorcycle going 85 miles per hour though a treacherous desert canyon. Works every time.

Ooookay

Stupid renters.