Aaaand we're crying.
And all the fantastic looks they don't dare wear at home.
They smile, they laugh, they get it all over their faces.
It's great that they're laying off sugar, but is no one concerned some tot will grow a third arm?
Can't they go climb trees or something?
Just a reminder: Kids write great stories.
Plus: Tom Waits took absurdly cool pleasure in showing off his new, grisly medieval rat trap, and more, on our daily late-night roundup.
What would we say? "Stop picking your nose. People can see."
Kids pop the darndest booties, yada yada yada.
How bad does Mr. Avina's class just make you want to run out and get pregnant?
"I just farted. You know what I'm sayin'?"
No "ill" will, Boys.