This is the kind of silliness that goes on most mornings. (The head-shaking is not typical; the squealing is.) I’m thrilled to have finally caught an example on camera.
“It seems we cannot spontaneously feel important enough to ourselves, sufficiently worthy of carrying our absurd figure through the tangles of life, unless at some point … we were privileged enough to derive a sense of mattering limitlessly and inordinately to another person.”
—Alain de Botton, on the role of a parent’s unconditional love
Bryan’s got this parenting thing figured out.
“Oh, Annie’s evil. She’s evil to the core.” Said Dad, proudly.