I’m not sure what the reason is for it, but it’s as if no one remembers or understands what it means to have toddlers (or just kids in general) anymore. Or maybe it isn’t that they don’t understand. They just don’t care. I have three kids, at various ages. One
And even then, it nearly killed me. I don’t mean that it was dangerous or wracked with mishap that could have severed my head or anything. I mean I hated doing it so much, I could have died. I literally could have died. Literally. Not figuratively, like a spiritual death.