Ross had left his toddler Ben in the care of you and Chandler. That’s right— You and Chandler.

The two of you were terrible with Kids— like, really, really bad. You had begged Ross to let Ben stay with Monica, Phoebe, Rachel— or even Joey! But no, he chose you two.

There goes your Saturday of watching the Knicks game.

Chandler was exhausted, and you were running around like a headless chicken trying to get Ben to stop crying.

Chandler groaned. “Have you tried feeding him?”