The problem with people is that they're only human.
Never argue with a six-year-old who shaves.
I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.
For me, it's been liberating to put myself in the mind of a fictitious six year-old each day, and rediscover my own curiosity. I've been amazed at how one idea leads to others if I allow my mind to play and wander.
What assurance do I have that your parenting isn't screwing me up?
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.