Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
When a man does a household job, he goes through three periods: contemplating how it will be done; contemplating when it will be done; and contemplating.