My Life as a Kid

I hate to exaggerate. No, I really do. But I just asked my 8-year-old son to wake up at 1 p.m. and take a bath so he could wake himself up.

But guess what it was like for me? I don't need to lie because reality conquers all. But they forced us in boarding school to wake up at 6:30 a.m., line up and take COLD SHOWERS in the winter.

I am JUST NOT KIDDING YOU, flock. They would have some officious prick watching over us to MAKE SURE WE GOT OUR HAIR WET. We went through a billion hoops to try to avoid this.

So a GODDAMN WARM BATH sounds mighty good to me.

But then again, I don't live in Nippon.