The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.
They expect us to handle babies like fragile eggshells? No cages, no uncovered electrical outlets, can't slurp their milk or wrap them in a blanket too tight. . . frickin' sissy kids of the future.
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.