I’m just saying, my standards are skewed.

Friend with Children: “Is the movie kid-friendly?”

Me: “I mean, *I* think so, but I also first heard Denis Leary when I was 10, and had Freddy Krueger nightmares well into my 30s because I saw that movie around age 8, so let me double check online…”

Hm… And HOW old was I when I found the VHS porn and that book about the G-spot in Mom’s room?

(Explains a lot, doesn’t it?) 🙂

A conversation starter…for a conversation I don’t want to have.

I feel like my well-rested face and disposable income convey this well enough, and yet I DO love me a shiny trinket…

(I should clarify that none of the parents I know personally look tired.)