Balance

It's been mentioned that I may not be painting the best possible picture of parenthood. I'll try, somehow, to redress the balance. Kids are awesome. More correctly your kids are awesome. Other people's kids look funny and smell weird...Don't get me wrong, your kids look funny and smell weird too...But it's the right kind of funny and an adorable kind of weird. Hmm. Nope still fairly negative. Let me start again.
Kids are...kids are like pulling your heart out of your chest, putting a mop of curls or a pair of Crocs on it and letting it run around. It's awesome because they're like this little embodiment of your love running about and farting. You can never really doubt that you're capable of love while you're looking at them. It's also rubbish because when you pull your heart out and let it run around bad things can happen to it. It can fall over and hurt itself. Or someone else's heart can run up to it and bite it. At that point you want to run up to the owner of _that_ heart and point out that their heart is a monster and they should be either a) ashamed of themselves or b) investing in some kind of muzzle. So. Where was I? Muzzling monster hearts...I seem to have gotten off track.
Kids are rad. They're the best possible evidence that you lived and loved and worked hard and believed in something and someone. Also, when they're a bit bigger, you can train them to get you beer from the fridge. And that, friends, is not nothing.