As far as I can remember, I was a pretty easy kid to parent. All I wanted to do was please the adults in my life, which, shockingly, didn’t make me the most rebellious kid. There are always exceptions to the «easy child» rule, and mine was during Christmastime of my 4th-grade year. I had heard some rumblings at school about the realness of certain Christmas icons. I felt so angry at these rumors that I went to my dad several times and said, «everyone at school says Santa isn’t real, but he is real, right?» Oof. All I can say is oof. I can’t even imagine how I’d answer that as a parent, but my dad cleverly responded, «it’s good to believe.» Eventually, that answer wasn’t good enough for me, and he finally had to drop the ball. Even though I got so angry at him afterward, including accusing him of lying to me, he couldn’t have handled the situation better. 10/10 parenting job, dad.