Aah...kids are the best, right? They are adorable, affectionate, wonder-filled dreamsicles that light our lives with purpose, hope and joy. Seriously, every day I reflect on how lucky I am to live with three of them. But, boy howdy, do they have a way of pushing intelligent, rational people to the utter brink. And seldom in the big, obvious ways we expect. Thrashing tantrums? Meh. I can zen out. The stark regime of a 3-year-old dictator? Just a phase. My back-talking tween? I'm young enough to remember the hormonal rage. No, I'm talking about those strange, infuriating things they do that creep up on you, the seemingly benign behaviors that are so subtle yet have the power destroy something important inside of your soul. Don't know what I mean? Read on. I dare you not to die a little.
By Annie
Aah...kids are the best, right? They are adorable, affectionate, wonder-filled dreamsicles that light our lives with purpose, hope and joy. Seriously, every day I reflect on how lucky I am to live with three of them. But, boy howdy, do they have a way of pushing intelligent, rational people to the utter brink. And seldom in the big, obvious ways we expect. Thrashing tantrums? Meh. I can zen out. The stark regime of a 3-year-old dictator? Just a phase. My back-talking tween? I'm young enough to remember the hormonal rage. No, I'm talking about those strange, infuriating things they do that creep up on you, the seemingly benign behaviors that are so subtle yet have the power destroy something important inside of your soul. Don't know what I mean? Read on. I dare you not to die a little.
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