I'm going to tell you a wonderful, wonderful story that happened to me one time:  I was perusing the works of the late, great George Carlin, one of my biggest heroes growing up. This was back in the day when you had to catch the special on HBO or else rent the video from Blockbuster (only a five-minute ride from my house on dinosaur-back). And I caught the one time in his stage act where he ripped into parents and children. Thanks to the miracle of modern YouTube, the clip is available here:    As I watched that routine, as I listened to a man I'd laughed at and loved for most of my life, a funny thing happened:   I began to become offended!  I don't know why, maybe my guard was down, but this time I caught myself saying   "Oh, no, George, that's going too far!"  I mean, children! We were all children once. And as a dad of four, I'm pretty damn satisfied with myself for being the parent I've been.  That little flash of irritation passed, and then I laughed out loud at myself. A wonderful thing…