Klara and I are playing that she’s a little unicorn and I’m an evil witch who stole her and is pretending to be her mommy.
“You are a bad mommy!” she exclaims. “You don’t take good care of me and you always call me names!”
“Yes, I’m a bad mommy,” I hiss. “I enjoy mistreating you!”
Then I turn around and discover a group of strangers staring at me with shocked and disgusted faces.
Being a parent is an exercise in constant humiliation.