Every now and then when I think about my kids, I realize how very cool they are and how much I like them. I love them, too, but liking your kids isn't a given. Mine are funny, interesting, and even if nice doesn't always show itself (scuse me? boys? teenagers?) there's nice under there -- scathes of it. Oceans of nice. Ditto integrity. They get that from their dad.

Anyway, the next time one of them annoys the shit out of me, I'll have to reread this.


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