It’s always darkest before someone in feety pajamas appears at my bedside.
Never understimate the power of Shout.
Don’t bite the hand that just tried to steal your French fries.
No news is typical. I haven’t seen CNN since the children discovered Nickelodeon.
All that glitters is not gold. Chances are, it’s an art project involving your Tupperware.
The first step is always the hardest. After that, your toddler generally picks up speed while aiming for the coffee table.
The pen is mightier than the couch cushions.
Look before you leap, or you might end up on a pile of Legos, barefoot.
The road to hell is paved with Caillou re-runs.
Two’s company, but three’s a playdate – and it’s your turn to bring the snacks.
When in Rome, enjoy yourself because you could be at a Chuck E Cheese’s trying to extract a crying preschooler from the labyrinth of play-tubes overhead.
You’re never too old to learn that youth soccer games are cancelled only for thunder, and you forgot your rain boots.
Where there’s smoke, there’s a Boy Scout with a new Campfire badge.
You can’t have your cake because I said so.
There’s no place like home, except maybe next door, where somebody’s playing with a slide whistle in the driveway.
Jen Singer, MommaSaid.net