You know what’s the worst kind of Karma? Having a kid who’s just like you. It’s the perfect storm of emotions:
Teeth-gnashing frustration with the child.
Guilt, because now you know how your mother felt.
Bemused exasperation with your mother, because she is so frickin’ patient with her grandchild. Like, where were you 25 years ago?
Resignation, because if nobody could convince you to change your ways while you were growing up, what are the odds you’ll be able to convince your kid?