It’s always a bit of a balancing act.

It can twist you in all sorts of directions.

You have to be a chauffeur…

And a bed.

Or a shelter against the storm.

Sometimes you end up butting heads.

You end up with quite a tail to tell.

Swimming lessons? Part of the gig.

(Pause for group huggle.)

(Another paws for belleh snorgle.)

(Another paws for belleh snorgle II.)

Kids just need a trunk to hang onto.

Or a tummy…

…to rest on.

And then there’s the Mom Taxi thing…..



Hanging out as a Family Unit. Now you see ‘em…

Now you, uh, don’t.

Like father, like son.

Sometimes U invite the relatives over to help.

Keepin’ ‘em clean- always a chore.

Time for a face to face nose to nose talk…..

….and maybe a little of the ol’ “Now see HERE, young man.”

From Bored Panda by way of Ella P.
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