Each time I board a plane, walk past a school or squeeze through the narrow aisles of a Ross Dress for Less, I always have the same thought: Children are my least favorite type of people. As a non-parent, each one of those activities I just mentioned requires that I mentally prepare myself for dealing with the worst side of kids, and I can only imagine what it must be like for the adults who are forced to live in the same house with those tiny, sticky creatures.

"Jesus, is that ... applesauce and wood stain? I didn't even know we had wood stain."

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From what I've gathered based on my own childhood memories and the kids I mistakenly encounter from day to day, the easiest part of raising a child must be supplying it with everything it could possibly need or want in life. The hard part, though, is clearly the discipline.