Picture this: the bathroom door swings open just two seconds after a mother rushes to the sound of her baby’s cries, having accidentally locked themselves inside.
Consider a throwback promotional photo where a tiger lounges amidst children, with no protective barrier in sight.
Is a child safe behind the protective shield of a father’s broad back, sans helmet? Think again, that’s a grave oversight, Dad.
The pride in a youngest child mastering the art of shoelace tying – and more – is immeasurable.
Visualize the scenario where, moments into a Disneyland adventure, a mishap occurs and Dad is left without an alternate shirt.
A label on a bottle of baby juice reads “0% juice.” Surely, this must be a jest.
The arrival of a new couch quickly transforms a space into a “winter wonderland” of marvels.
In fostering the artistic spirit of children, one must also reckon with the cost of refurbishing furniture.
Sometimes, the chaos of parenthood leaves one utterly speechless.
