Give me three stuffies and ten minutes to improv, and I can put you right to sleep.
dad
This is a brilliant game, and of course Kina won handily.
Just two tweens from consecutive generations locking up their thoughts in a Hello Kitty diary from 1990.
Not all fighting is fighting, says Kina.
Styles section leads A1 today.
Breaking: the spaghetti came out before we even left the dinner table.
If you want to learn about spies and also play the floor is lava, look no further.
Two fourth graders alone in a photo booth at a mall in Flushing is a whole anthropological study worth publishing.
22 minute drive is less than 7 hour drive, even if kina didn’t eat any turkey.
Just ONCE she wants to know what it feels like to kick somebody in the butt.
I was never this young or this cool, bro.
“Just put the ice cream cake in a cooler!!!”
Sometimes the gift Mommy wants is the gift Mommy gets herself. That’s okay. We got her a baked alaska and made a nice card.
Happy birthday to the executive editor of this esteemed publication. May the years bring many more cakes for breakfast. We love you.
We have had a lot of smoothies this week, if I’m being honest. Many berries have given their lives for us.
Ms Irizarry to the rescue!
Chop wood, carry ones. Trust the process.
I really tried to shake up the traditions here, but bakers will be bakers.
She’s the woman of the house this week.
Mommy’s on the road again, but Kina got her sleepover.
Child uses every part of her morning mixed berry smoothie
