This is my daughter. She was about 10 in this photo. She's 17 now, and her newest favorite activity now that she's home for the summer? To tell me about every hour or so how I'm doing something wrong. That's always fun.
My mother says that's when you pull out the baby pictures -- to remind yourself why you did this to yourself. You know. Voluntarily gave birth to people you would have to live with, be responsible for, and who would spend several years thinking you were annoying at best, the scourge of the very earth at worst.