Ever noticed...

...how dealing with a toddler is like dealing with a drunk outside a club? I swear, sometimes we're more like bouncers than parents.

I mean, in what other job would you find yourself physically (sometimes forcibly) removing an irrational person, legs kicking, arms flailing, shirt riding up over their head, all the while interrupting their own shrieks and verbal protests with contradictory negotiations and bargaining and "I love you" guilt trips? Just because bath time has been announced.

I can't think of many others but that of a parent.