“This is an outtake for a staged Christmas photo of me and my brother Tom. As you can see from the look of terror on his face, Tom began to tip over. That’s mom’s hand trying to keep him from going baby ass over elbow.”
(submitted by Christine)
A conscientious objector.
(submitted by Kyle)
Awkwardness begins at conception.
(submitted by Sean)
And there’s still room for the laundry.
(submitted by Bailey)
A look back at a simpler time.
(submitted by April)
“My twin brother and I tied to our side porch by my father and grandfather to prevent us from walking in the concrete they were pouring out back. In his defense, he did leave us a box of toys and a sweet pair of boots within rope’s length. Mom and grandma were not pleased upon their return.”
(submitted by Chris)
“My dad loved motorcycles. This is him on his Yamaha with me in back and my 2 year old brother bungee corded to the seatback.”
(submitted by Miranda)
This is what happens when you see the world through amber-colored glasses.
(submitted by Vicky)
And it wasn’t anywhere near Halloween. Seriously.
(submitted by Olivia)
You should have seen his high chair.
(submitted by Nina who tell us this is aerialist-acrobats Frankie Vincent, wife Rose & son Nikki in 1951)