You can always spot the fathers who will have trouble letting go.
(submitted by Anton)
Apparently, the Easter Bunny does not have any sick days.
(submitted by Kristie)
Our second in a series of flying babies.
(submitted by John)
Has anyone seen Aunt Telcia?
(submitted by Nicole)
Dad thought the backpack felt a lot lighter.
(submitted by Kat)
“This photo was taken in 2000.
I am the pregnant woman who fainted. What are the chances that the photographer would snap the picture at the EXACT time my eyes rolled in the back of my head? The most hilarious thing about this picture is that my husband is the only one who noticed. His expression is priceless.
My mother begged my father NOT to purchase this picture from the studio, but I insisted. I am so glad I did.”
(submitted by Janet)
Dad wanted to help, but was told to stay behind the fence.
(submitted by Jessica)
The children just love the petting zoo there.
And the photographer thought that it would be hard to get the baby to smile.
(submitted by Andrea)
“The photo was taken on the steps of the St. Coleman’s parish church in Pompano Beach, Florida after Sunday mass sometime in 1989.
The little boy leaning on my bits and pieces is my pesky brother, Aldrich, who was about 4 years old at the time.
In his youth, he had a series of mishaps and accidents due to his rambunctious nature:
He fell into our pool without knowing how to swim and managed to get himself to safety;
He fell down two flights of steps inside a cruise ship;
He wrapped the cord for our living room curtains around his neck and proceeded to jump off the sofa, fortunately taking down the whole curtain track assembly with him;
He took the cigarette lighter from inside our car and branded himself on his right cheek, the mark still showing up to today;
And, he fell off the second floor of his school in 3rd grade and landed on some chicken wire, which broke his fall but bloodied himself from all the cuts and scrapes he managed to get.
Anyways, on this perfect Sunday morning, we had just gotten out of church and decided to snap a shot for posterity’s sake…
… just as the person taking the picture counted to three, I felt his tiny hand grasp me in the groin like a vise and I just barely managed to smile and keep a brave front for the moment… and it turned to a grimace in pain right after the shutter clicked.. and I will never forget the wave of pain that engulfed me soon after.
Today, whenever I look at that photo, I not only remember all the hardships my mother and I went through in raising that guy… I remember how he turned what was supposed to be the perfect family photo into THE most awkward in our family history.”
(submitted by Joseph)