You don’t get badges for being a parent, but you should. Like “My Child Survived to Adulthood Only Because I Didn’t Kill Him (or Her).” Like “Did the Sex Talk.” Like “Made it through Flu Season with a Two-Year Old without a Direct Hit.”
Here’s the badge I want: The “Fox In Sox Adult Recognition” Badge.
I can read Fox in Sox without a major screwup, and another adult has witnessed and recognized this fact.
I can blab that blibber-blubber. My tongue is too made of rubber.
We have since had the “shit” talk.
Ray: What shit?
Me: Shit is poop when you’re really mad.
Me: Are you mad?
Ray: No mad.
Me: Then just say poop.
Ray: Okay. Pooooop pooop pooooooooop!
Me: Good job.