C’mon parents… You know you wanna. They are sweet and all. They make you proud. But then there are those days. Today my 5 year old comes asking where the roku remote is. Clearly its in the room. Just press the button to find it! Ring! Ofcourse its in the couch! You little devils never put it back where it be… Okay its not on the couch. Press again! Ring! Yeah its in the couch! The finger chopping Recliner! Ehhh dady, why is the TV scrolling? Hmm okay somehow its inside the cushion? You open the cushion but there’s nothing!!! Ring it again! Ring! Its in the couch! Look if you press here it scrolls! Oh now it went to Netflix! Shit! Its everywhere on the couch! NOO!!! You guys dropped it in the finger chopping part of the recliner! Didn’t you!?? I swear! Nothing! Its not there! Hold on, don’t jump on the recliner! Sonobabich jumped! But you know that shit, your finger nails clipped tight but didn’t bleed. You’re good! Oh look at the fucking remote its just there under the metal cushion spring. How did it even get there!? And where did all these candy wrappers come from? Those are sticky. Go get a wet towel! Let’s sweep and mop and wash the broom. It’s now 8pm. You cleaned up the house. Bruised knees, sore finger nails still teetering of fear of being loped off when someone swings a scissors closed. Like you can feel the cut right at your most favorite finger joint. No, its still there, its just the nail thats gone. Turn around the couch potatoe has been watching loonie toons and tossing more wrappers under the couch. That’s it! Thus kid’s gone tomorrow! That and other barely legal ways to bring about sanity start to run wild. But after that split second, all is good and you love your kid. You’d do anything for that little lazy sonobabich mini you. Yeah I don’t know what the heck that guy is on but giving up your kids for a looser dude is in no one’s things to do list. But may I interest you in a finger chopping recliner adventure?

Don’t have any kids but I also deduce from my observations that most normal relations with kids is the ones where sometimes you love them to bits and at other times want to give them for adoption. Anything else which overly romanticises having kids has no use other than shame driving people into insanity.