So these are my kids. Sometimes I have a lot of things to say about them.
Sometimes they render me completely mute.
They are the engineers of this contrary world that I dwell. It's hard to describe the mix of utter vexation and complete joy they evoke in me, a state so bewildering yet familiar to every parent. Simultaneously sublime and mundane.
Like the mightiest of deities, they both destroy and create at once.
If I could send only one message to my children, to carry them forward throughout their childhood, it would be this:
You're very cute but could you please, please, stop trashing my furniture?