“While in an indoor play area before social distancing, my son bolted and ran to the restroom. I dropped my chicken sandwich and ran after him. Of course, he ran into the men’s restroom. I had to ask a random man to block the door while I helped my son. We have never been back.” —Maria, Haslet
“I cleaned out my car yesterday, which I hadn’t done since school breaks were extended. I found my son’s lunchbox that still had food, or what resembled food, in it. It was nasty, y’all.” —Lauren, Fort Worth
“My 20-month-old daughter has started talking in her sleep. She mostly says ‘Mama’ in a soft voice. One night, she started screaming ‘Guck!’ repeatedly at 3am. We still don’t know what it means or why she was yelling it.” —Eleanor, Dallas
“I was trying to turn on the TV the other day and it wasn’t working. My toddler was frustrated, so I explained, ‘I’m sorry, buddy; we’re having technical difficulties.’ He obviously misheard, because he looked at me and said, ‘Mmmmm, cookies.’” —Emily, McKinney
“While I was pregnant, my Brazilian mother let my 5-year-old stepson know how excited she was to teach the newborn Portuguese. He said he would call the police and say, ‘There’s a strange lady speaking a strange language in my house!’ Now my stepson is teaching his baby brother songs in Portuguese. No police reports yet.” —Juliana, Dallas
“While we were in the car, my 6-year-old son was kicking the backseat air conditioning vents. I told him that if he broke my car, he’d have to pay for the repairs and that I’d garnish his paychecks for the first 15 years of his working life. He was quiet for a minute and then said, ‘Mom, that’s cold-blooded.’” —Alexis, Bedford
Illustration courtesy of Mary Dunn.