I try not to roar, but sometimes I do.

Not so much in anger, not really,

More disbelief and frustration at the seeming lack of awareness my children have of what’s appropriate when,

But then I remind myself that they are eleven, nine, and eight years old,

And I push all my silly expectations aside and really,

Roar at myself, silly dad.

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