I can only imagine life as my youngest son. You wake up, and are forced to wear embarrassing outfits like this:
You finally accept this strange woman who constantly vies for your affection:
Sometimes, especially when placed on the ground for the sin of biting, life is pretty dreadful:
But, after a reasoned discussion with Mom, all is forgiven:
People feed you strange, but delicious delicacies:
You give your mother the occasional heart attack:
And you eat another strange substance while people sing and blow out candles in a vaguely cult-like fashion.
It's a weird life. But it's pretty wonderful, too.