I love my kids. I do. But I also fucking hate them sometimes. I wake up early to make them breakfast and make them lunch and take them to school. Then I work all day and pick them up from school and make them a snack and then they sit in front of the TV watching cartoons so I can cook them dinner. And then after all of that, they walk up to the table and complain about dinner like they're a goddamn emperor. Shut up, eat your dinner, go to bed. I'm goddamn sick of you.