Listen. Target isn’t just a store. It’s a lifestyle. We go there for toilet paper and tampons, sure. But we stay for the aesthetic, for the stuff we didn’t know we needed but desperately do, for the joy of mindlessly roaming the aisles. Those big red carts aren’t just to wheel our treasures to the cashier. They’re a beacon, a symbol of this amazing place we have, of the possibilities and dreams within its walls. Parents who love Target know what I’m talking about. Play dates at Gymboree are a thing of the past; we bond with our mom friends at the big red bulls-eye. If you’re one of these parents, you will definitely connect with these tweets on a different level.

Parents who love Target tend to REALLY love it. I have 3 kids: my two girls, and the bulls-eye.

Target is our happy place, and kid sometimes put a real damper on it.

Going to Target without your kids is like a spa day! And then you show up and there are kids at the spa. WTF.

This is the equivalent of … OK, so nothing really compares to this. That husband is gettin’ some tonight.

Every. Damn. Time.

Seriously! They must pump something through the air vents.