We’ve seen it before with the dude who started the “Reasons My Son Is Crying” blog, and here is just another example. Kids suck. No concept of reality and you can’t win no matter what. I wouldn’t be happy if I was this guy at all. Like, hey you little shit, you wanna play Princess with my wife and treat me like royal dick? Ok, fine. No food or shelter for you toots. Bitch can’t go 10 minutes away from Dora The Explorer without throwing a shit fit let’s see how long she’ll last without access to clean water. You can act like a spoiled brat, but give me some respect or at the very least stop distracting my pregnant wife. Her sandwich making skills dropped so far after the first born that when she got knocked up again she knew to hide all the coat hangers in the house.