The kid frantically kicked his legs, which dangled out the door.

The kid squealed and kicked; Emma wasn't going to be able to hold him like this for long.

"It's like you're driving the car and the kids are kicking in the back seat, and I'm the one with the driver's license."

In fact, the kids in the theater kicked me out because they had to clean it.

"If a kid kicks his parents, usually he won't kick me," he said.

So they were resting in a hollow log, and the kid comes along and kicked it.

The kid still kicked his butt, but he was getting better.

The kid was laughing and kicking his chubby white legs.

"I don't know why all the kids kick soccer-style," he said in 1997.

After my mother talked to the principal, I thought those kids would kick my butt.