I'm beginning to become convinced that the son that spends the day growling at me, throwing fits and calling me mean in the most spiteful tones isn't the same one that comes into my arms for sweet cuddles and philosophical enlightenment at night.
Tonight he was actually telling me how the children with no rules had moms that didn't suffer but that those children wouldn't turn out well. And how moms like me suffer but basically for a greater good - raising children that would turn out to be good people. ?!?!?
Then he concluded that if his ambition to become a football player didn't work out he had a back up option as philosopher.
And just where is this wise young man every morning?
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