I'm mean.
I'm mean, and my kid hates me.
Why, I hear you ask? Am I forcing him to get shots? Am I making him shave his head? Pulling his teeth out with pliers? Could I be taking all his toys and games away on a whim because I feel like it?
None of the above.
I'm making him put his socks and shoes on and go to school.
Yes, I the meanest mom in the whole world.
*sigh*...welcome to Monday morning, Karen.
That means I hate myself, since I'm the one who ends up forcing me to do it! Oh, poor me!

Seriously, I can't get over what a generous, caring person you are. My kids only have one auntie so having you as a cyber-auntie would be way cool!