Sh*t My Kids Ruined
An A-Z Celebration of Kid-Destruction
Nonfiction, Family & Relationships, Parenting, Entertainment, Humour & Comedy, General Humour
| Author: | Julie Haas Brophy | ISBN: | 9780345527189 |
| Publisher: | Random House Publishing Group | Publication: | December 14, 2010 |
| Imprint: | Villard | Language: | English |
| Author: | Julie Haas Brophy |
| ISBN: | 9780345527189 |
| Publisher: | Random House Publishing Group |
| Publication: | December 14, 2010 |
| Imprint: | Villard |
| Language: | English |
A pictorial tribute to the filthy, distasteful, gross, and painful moments of parenthood, and the children who make it all possible.
Kids: they are the light of your life—and the enemy of all things fragile, intact, and clean. But why cry over spilt milk . . . or paint . . . or the entire contents of a full-size swimming pool? A testament to the messiness of childhood (and parenting), and a memorial to the household items that perished along the way, here are never-before-seen photos and outrageous stories of VCRs jammed with toys, toilets clogged with clothes, and furniture accented with permanent marker. Torn-up computer keyboards and torn-out hair, botched family photos and mustard-covered treadmills—nothing is off limits to your darling, destructive offspring. So raise a broken glass and embrace the madness, because laughter is the only surefire way to keep your sh*t together.
A pictorial tribute to the filthy, distasteful, gross, and painful moments of parenthood, and the children who make it all possible.
Kids: they are the light of your life—and the enemy of all things fragile, intact, and clean. But why cry over spilt milk . . . or paint . . . or the entire contents of a full-size swimming pool? A testament to the messiness of childhood (and parenting), and a memorial to the household items that perished along the way, here are never-before-seen photos and outrageous stories of VCRs jammed with toys, toilets clogged with clothes, and furniture accented with permanent marker. Torn-up computer keyboards and torn-out hair, botched family photos and mustard-covered treadmills—nothing is off limits to your darling, destructive offspring. So raise a broken glass and embrace the madness, because laughter is the only surefire way to keep your sh*t together.
