Damn kids! It never ends! When they leave home, you figure you're finished -you're home free. But you're not! There's always something!

My parents didn't know what the hell they were doing when they raised me. That was why I was so messed up. If I had had parents who understood what a kid needed and didn't need, I wouldn't have required those years of psychology and analysis. I resolved that I wouldn't make the mistakes that they did. I've been to college and graduate school. My Ph.D. aught to have helped me to raise kids; but it didn't. Yes, I'm a competent scientist and my greatest strength is my ability to reason and to separate out my emotions. So, at the same time that my emotions are cursing my fate, my reason tells me that I didn't make the same mistakes that my parents did -I invented a whole new set.

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