I’ve been enjoying, lately, asking people who are expecting a child or who’ve recently had a child, “What if your kid ends up being a loser? Like, what if you don’t like them?”
It gets a reaction. Not a good one. A bad one, usually. But hey, you’ve gotta ask.
Anyway one response I got was, “If you keep saying stuff like this, your kids will think you don’t like them!” and that is wrong. My kids, God willing if I have kids, will know they’re loved, because I’m going to pick one of their cousins and hammer home what a bum that kid is, and if my kids are ever worried about whether or not they’re loved they’ll think, “Well Dad would tell me if he didn’t love me—look how honest he is about Striker being a worthless punk!”
Checkmate. Sorry, Striker. You’re taking one for the team here.
striker eats tacos with a fork and knife.
like, not even a spoon.
not even a spoon.