Guys —
kids are sacred.
Family is sacred.

When it comes to kids —
it’s simple, guys.
Here’s an example.
Roman is standing next to the teacher.
She goes, “Oh, you know, he fell a bit, got a little dirty… is that alright?”
I’m honestly trying not to spit in her face.
I call my son.
Roman.
Come here, son.
He walks over.
Look.
And right ahead there’s this perfect, disgusting, filthy puddle —
the kind that’s just begging to be jumped into.
Everything’s in there — birds, dogs, probably all kinds of crap.
I ask him:
“Want to jump in?”
Roman just stares at me.
“Then go.”
He takes off running and jumps straight into the puddle.
Full force.
Mud and crap go flying everywhere.
His friends rush in after him.
The teacher starts screaming like she’s lost her mind —
“No, no! Only Roman is allowed!”
Parents around are staring with those faces, like they’re about to take us down.
You get it, guys?
Washing all that crap out of his clothes — that’s nothing.
But the kid is happy.
His soul is singing.
And those clothes? What are they to me?
Being clean all the time —
his future wife can explain that to him later.
My job is to raise a boy who’s alive.
Not stiff. Not shut down.
How is he supposed to take on the world
if he can’t even get properly filthy in a puddle?

With kids, it’s actually very simple.
You just have to put yourself in their place.
The problem with adults is —
they’re always stuck in adult mode.
But if you drop down to a child’s level —
everything becomes clear.
Roman wants to get filthy in a puddle.
Is that fun?
Hell yes.
With his friends?
Even more.
So what’s the problem?

He tells me:
“I don’t want to go to daycare today.”
I ask: “Why?”
“I just don’t feel like it.”
I drop down to his level.
No reason.
Just don’t feel like it.
Is that normal?
Yeah. It is.
Alright.
Then you’re not going today.
Simple.
“Mom, make me a salad.”
“Okay.”
“I want porridge too.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll eat it all?”
“Yes.”
I put down the porridge and the salad.
“Mom…”
“I’m full. I don’t want the porridge anymore.
Can I not eat it?”
I drop down to his level.
“I wanted both, but then I got full and now I don’t want it anymore. That okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t eat the porridge.”

That’s it. Simple.
All you have to do is put yourself in the child’s place
and listen to what they’re saying.
Don’t start yelling right away.
Just listen.
Kids are very logical.
Always.
You just have to sit down and listen.
Yeah, you have to step in sometimes.
That’s obvious.
But only when it actually matters.
Playing the strict adult just for the sake of it —
boring as hell.
“Do this, do that” —
it’s annoying.
Even I get annoyed by that, and I’m an adult.
So—
Raising kids is easy.
You just need to exhale,
loosen your balls a little —
and everything will be fine.

Guys, check this out — it’s from Identity Thief.

— It’s all chafed down there.
— I’m surprised it’s not torn.
— Maybe it is… you wanna check?
Damn… there it is. I’m such an idiot 😂😂😂