Kids are Jerks

....the famous last lines of me and my roommate 
after any given bad day with our crazy children.


And for your entertainment, Where the Wild Things Are, so much better as read by Christopher Walken:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKNaYlzssbc

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