What could be worse than waking up to the sound of kids fighting? Waking up to the sound of them playing, of course.

We can’t all be beautiful all of the time, can we?

Magic tricks can be tough to figure out, particularly when you’re only five years old.

It’s not that I don’t like tag. I do. I also appreciate the idea of games changing as they’re played, of on-the-fly improvements to shared experiences. But this was just a bit too much for me. I must be getting old.

I realize that I’m just asking for trouble with this one, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.

How do you stop an injured woman from using her cane? Just ask my 5-year old.

Warning: this tale may make you hungry. If your resolution is to lose weight, make sure you have a large bag of rice cakes next to you while you read it.

The little guy may have won this battle, but the war of the tooth brush is far from over. Very far.

I need a category of tale called “please don’t tell my wife.” That’s where this one would go.

Okay, so my kids are more scared of the police than they are of Santa. I guess I understand that… but what now?