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“This afternoon around 2:15, I got a text from my hubby during their trip to Walgreens. My nagging wife reply was to correct William’s position in the car seat.”

“The straps were too loose and the chest clip was way too low. And because I know my husband, I’m sure that he laughed at me and rolled his eyes before tightening the car seat and fixing the chest clip.”

“At 2:30 my phone rang, my husband’s panicked voice came through the line, ‘Honey, we had a car wreck.’”

“The boys were less than three miles from our house when a woman pulled into oncoming traffic to try and make a quick left turn. David just didn’t have enough time to stop – it could have happened to anyone.”

“My precious little bundle of joy was so well restrained in his car seat, THAT HE DIDN’T EVEN WAKE UP. Even with the impact of the two cars, William only received a minor jolt – so insignificant that he was able to continue on with his nap, and then spend the next two hours flirting with nurses in the Le Bonheur ED.”

Her husband, David, fractured the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th metatarsals of his right foot due to how hard he slammed it on the brake pedal.

“The car is a loss, but cars can be replaced – my boys can’t.”

Rebecca’s post has been shared on Facebook over 33,000 times and the majority of responses have been positive and supportive. She wants all parents to realize the importance of car seat knowledge and how it can be critical for protecting one’s most precious cargo, even when only driving a short distance.

You can check out Rebecca’s full story as well as her follow-up post here.

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Bleu and Colby learned early on in their relationship with Chloe that the young girl is much more generous with snacks than her mom and dad. As such, when the sun started to come up and mom and dad weren’t stirring, the two pooches sought out the person they knew would be all too happy to help fill their bellies.

The plan started with the dogs opening the door to Chloe’s room. After a few gentle nudges and licks, the toddler woke up happily and was led by the pups out of the room to the target, AKA the kitchen, AKA snack nirvana.

Chloe’s parents, Chris and Nina, were baffled to find their daughter wandering the halls, especially considering she wasn’t tall enough to reach her bedroom doorknob, so they set up a video camera to investigate just how this was happening. Upon seeing the footage, they couldn’t help but be amused.

“They definitely know exactly what they are doing,” Chris said. “And Chloe feeds them on purpose.”

Despite putting an end to the criminal trio’s activities, Mom and Dad say they all remain the best of friends.

But let’s be honest—if someone gave you free snacks every time you saw them, you’d be best friends with them too.

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August 2014: Atomicrabbit2 first notices that some feathered residents have moved on top of the exhaust vent; not a major problem at first, but a growing nuisance as they begin building nests and pooping directly into the exhaust vent.

March 2015: Wrapping the vent with chicken wire seems like it will take care of the problem without obstructing anything serious.

Of course, things couldn’t be that easy. The birds find a cozy little crevice to build a nest. No eggs or baby birds, so the nest gets tossed. Problem solved!

May 2015: Problem not solved.

Playtime’s over at this point. Atomicrabbit affixes bird spikes on top of the vent to prevent any more pesky winged homemakers from getting any ideas… which promptly backfires when the spikes instead act as a stabilizer for the nest. This time the birds add colored twine, clearly taunting their befuddled foe.

June 2016: No more games. ONLY SPIKES. Make it impossible for anything to—

May 2017: …

July 2017: …

At his wit’s end, Atomicrabbit pulls out all the stops and goes chicken wire crazy, surrounding the entire opening all the way up to the ceiling.

With no possible way to get in, the birds had no choice but to—

May 2018: —totally find a way in. Accidentally leaving a small opening in the right side, Atomicrabbit had unknowingly constructed an exclusive gated bird community.

Atomicrabbit then finally brings home Dr. Who, scaring the birds away seemingly for good.

For good measure, the gap on the right side is patched. Atomicrabbit says the birds have been gone for a while, but if they somehow make a grand return next year, he’s likely going to just give in and try charging them rent.

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Shelby seemed to love every minute of the immersive “Jurassic Living Room” experience, going as far as trying to interact with the dinosaurs, which included a brontosaurus and velocipraptors.

Though the enormous T-Rex seemed to be a little overwhelming with its peering yellow eye.

“She really loves the room,” Lyle said. “She tells all her friends that I built it for her and that ‘I can do anything.’ That’s the best part of doing this.”

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According to Clint, he barely made it in time and immediately began making things happen. Aspen, with her encouraging spirit, provided audible moral support for her visibly struggling father.

“Good job, Daddy! Good job! You make two poops! Now three poops! I’m four!”

Her loud verbal assistance never waivered.

“I’m not sure what happened exactly, if I’d eaten something wrong, or if it was the stress of traveling with kids, but what I do know is that my 4yo daughter is the Richard Simmons of pooping.” Clint explains. “I’ve never felt so supported in anything in my whole life. She commented on the size, smell, and sound.”

Aspen even commented on her father’s impressive work ethic: “You’re trying so hard!”

Clint remembered, “At one point I had to actually push her face away from the business end of things as she clapped and cried, ‘You’re doing it, Daddy! You’re doing it!'”

Aspen’s encouraging attitude, Clint believes, is less a result of her personality and more of a learned trait when it comes to their family’s typical bathroom etiquette.

“I suppose she’s gotten used to the positive reinforcement Mel and I give her each time she goes,” he wrote. “And when I’m cheering her on in our family restroom, it seems normal, even appropriate. But when the roles are reversed, it’s just, well, awkward. Particularly in a public restroom where the man in the stall next to me was obviously holding back tears of laughter. Laughter that busted loose when she called me a ‘pooping-farting robot.'”

Clint eventually made it out of the adorably awkward predicament with his cheerleader of a daughter and successfully completed the rest of the road trip with his family and a newly purchased box of anti-diarrheal caplets.

The power of positive reinforcement, folks.

You can check out more of Clint’s hilarious stories from fatherhood in his book, I’m Sorry… Love, Your Husband.