Kids continue to be kids, and parents continue to roast the shit out of them for it on Twitter, just like the good lord intended.
If you see me at a kids’ event and I seem anti-social, it’s not what you think. I suffer from chronic pain, and just being there is incredibly hard.
The little girl in me who spent hours cooped up in her room with her coloring books is geeked!
Ever since I read a coffee table book about meditation in 2008, I have recognized the immense importance of being spiritual.
For best results, just make what you like and tell everyone else to fuck off and fend for themselves!
If the quest for free time has taught us anything at all, it’s that the kids WILL find us, and they will most definitely say something weird.
“Did our other kids do this? Why are you looking at me like that?”
You could always set up an industrial Hazmat foyer for decontaminating your kids every time they enter the house.