What the?

I find it amazing that you could spend your entire adult life consciously choosing to be with someone who is not anything like your parents. You can spend years with this person and get all smug like you dodged a bullet. Then one day after you are married with children you'll be on some cultural outing having the same argument you remember Mom and Dad having. You know the one. It's that argument when, even at the tender age of four, you can't help but shake your head and think your parents are huge idiots.

What's worse is when you discover that you've become the parent you so cautiously avoided marrying! AGH!

Then comes the crazy dinner with some friends when your adorable little child and his sweet little friends pick up a set of battery powered Playschool tools and use them to dismember one of your friends during dessert. It was like some maniacal four year old slasher movie! The little freaks were all giggling as they drilled, sawed, and hacked away at poor Jonathan's arms and legs while he screamed (Playfully, of course, but still) and then proceeded to swing his bones around and eat his feet. SAVAGES!

Dude, what kind of world do I live in?