"I don't think—"
"Don't tell me we're out of propane!"
"I'm dying for it. Please?"
"It's not really—"
"Fine! I'll just light the grill myself."
"Um, Chuck? Where is the grill? Chuck?"
I want to write a post about how hard it is to be a parent, but I don't want anyone to think this is a woe-is-me post or a we-parents-ha...