You're cleaning vomit off the floor and it isn't yours. There's pee on your furniture, carpet, you, etc. A face looks under the bathroom door at you. Sweet child has removed their clothes and diaper and flashed everyone in public…again. You leave the supermarket exhausted and with a new toy against your better judgement. You pray the screaming stops when you say no. You realize all those things you did as a child are no longer funny when done to you. [spoiler]I don't have kids and don't plan on having any.[/spoiler]