Whenever I have been anywhere with Sean, where there are lots of other children, I usually come away appreciating what a good boy he is, how polite and well-mannered he is, how not-all-that-loud he is, how not-terribly-obnoxious he is, how not-that-whiney he is, how… glad I am that he’s mine.
But then recently I’ve gotten comments from several readers who say the same thing about their kids, that compared to other kids, their kids are pretty darn good.
After much contemplation, I have come to the conclusion that your kid is like your own B.O. – you just think everyone else’s is worse.
Feel free to cross stitch that on a pillow.