I think the quality of a person’s parenting is in direct proportion to the degree of hypocrisy they embrace. This is more true the more colorful a life you have lived.
I have had a colorful life. I’m a colorful gal. Literally. I have nine tattoos only two of which are smaller than a salad plate.
Today after school Em was plastering temporary tattoos all over herself.
“Emily! Seriously. That is enough. Stop before you look like a crazy person.”
They say imitation is the hugest form of flattery.
If this is true – hypocrites make great parents and imitation is high praise – than my daughter adores me. And I am an incredibly good mother.