Kids look for, and often find, a vast wealth of hypocrisy in their parents, as they hit a certain age. The kids, I mean. Kids hit a certain age. They discover the hypocrisy of parenting. They look for it. They detect that we are attempting to make them into something that we are not, instilling them with values that we only demonstrate as needed, something that we are not, something that we are barely, something that we maybe had never hoped to be, though something we never wished not to be, either. Something that we maybe had never even hoped. We maybe had. Something. Never hoped. Maybe had. Kids.