I’m amazed it didn’t include: If you play on, or don’t get off on time from the escalator, it will trap your feet and suck all of your skin off. Still traumatized to this day.

Umm… Granted, my kid is tall, but at 8 years old, she is 3 inches too tall to see anything. I think they may want to think about raising the height, or at the bare minimum, check out the height ranges for kids in their demographic.

I’m sorry, I’ve gotta say it, but why is Smash on here? The title is Best Broadway Songs About The Theatre, not Best Songs About The Theatre.

Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t really have issues with most of these questions. I grew up knowing I was adopted. I was thankful for the parents that raised me as well as the parents I never knew. Both of them did what they could do to give me the best shot at life.  I wanted to find my birth parents, and succeeded (however, I’ve yet to attempt to connect with my birth father). Meeting my birth mother was seriously one of the best experiences of my life. FINALLY I was able to discover where all of my weird little quirks came from. Do I want to meet my birth father? Kinda, but for some weird reason, my hunt was always for my birth mother, and I stopped it there.

The only thing remotely horrifying was the Larry the Cable Guy stuff. Everything else is relatively run of the mill and located in pretty much any grocery store (I actually saw the Larry the Cable Guy products in Walmart the other day. I don’t think any explanation is necessary there.) I’m just curious what rock the author’s been living under that has kept them from fried onions (have they never had green bean casserole?) and chicken and dumplings. Is that just a southern thing?