When you become a parent, with it arrives your own personal judgment day. No, I don’t mean the End of Days or a Terminator melting into a chrome knifesicle and stabbing at you. I mean, it’s the day (and it’s not just one day) that all the uppity spectators in the land of parenthood direct their cross-eyed gaze at you and fart out opinions for the purpose of paving over their own insecurities with self-assuredness.
Don’t get me wrong. There are many helpful, compassionate fellow baby-zookeepers. I’ve gotten some of the best advice about being a dad from chance encounters with strangers on the street yelling at me.
This photo is for all the cuckoo-for-cocoa-puffs moms and dads who want to win the Gold Medal in the Parent Dictatorship Olympics. Do you see how ridiculous you look on the outside?
Facebook is great…
… for posting judgmental stuff about us! Go for it!
Learn some stuff.
It’s the antidote to know-everything-parenting-itis!