My kids are no angels. When I say, ‘my,’ I mean the kids I teach. They’re sweet of course and very cute but they’re also kids which means they’re prone to being little shits at times too. They might not be angels, but they’re definitely not devils.
They are nothing like adults. Bad adults are shit all the time; devils who try to hide it with lies and sometimes charm.
I know who I prefer to hang around. The honest kind.