“Are you tired?” Mom asks, watching her daughter’s frown boil over into an audible whimper.
“No, I just want a real live unicorn,” the young child mewls in response.
Those were simpler times, those days when our imaginations were so verdant, the real world couldn’t compare.
Also, parents who have the guts to share their kids’ crying on YouTube are and forever will be my heroes. I can’t think of a single other force besides international embarrassment which might reverse the downward slide of Millennial narcissism in future generations.