I don’t care what you feed your kids. OK, I do, but Im not going to preach to you about it.
I don’t care if you breast feed or bottle feed or family bed or cry it out. How you screw up your kids is your own damn business. That’s how I feel about most things.
Except when your kids are little beasts to my kids because they haven’t been taught decent manners or respect. Because then they turn into big beasts and are rude to cashiers and teachers, are dangerous on the roads since their time is much more important than everyone else’s, and are generally the type of human beings that make God want to pull the plug on this whole damn thing.
But most of you are really good parents and try really hard. So, I’m going to say this: