Kids. It's a good thing we love them so much because, man, can they be assholes.
This is a picture my son drew of me last year. Not just any picture ... it was supposed to be a realistic portrait. A glimpse of how he saw me.
I'm not sure I've completely recovered yet.
Between that, the way my daughter questions my clothing choices, the pointing out of every line on my face ... it's a wonder I have the confidence to leave the house.
I asked my friends to share some feedback their kids gave them, and it turns out I'm not alone. Here are some of their most recent insults ...