I think part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.

What our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be

The best part, though, was hearing my mother's voice. It was like having her again, coming out from far inside me. It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I've found. You wouldn't think it could be so, but-as the oldtimers used to say - the world's titled, and there's an end to it.

-¿Se te ha ocurrido alguna vez -preguntó, de pronto- que los padres no son más que niños grandes hasta que sus hijos les fuerzan a hacerse adultos? ¿Lo que generalmente ocurre entre los gritos y los pataleos de estos?