If I come back in the next life as something repugnant, it will be because I do not interfere as my two-year-olds chase our cats around the house, wielding Windex bottles and paper towels, saying, "Cats! Cats! Clean you!"
One of the more surprising letdowns I've encountered as a father of twins is the look of disappointment on the face of my second twin after the first got such an impressive response when she pulled my finger.
The single greatest argument against homeschooling is that you lose the ability to look at your six-year-old daughter across the dining room table and ask, "Where on Earth did you learn that?"
If I could make a toddler potty that looked like the area behind my couch, I'd be a millionaire.