As a parent myself, I understand what it means to keep good humor through the tough years where we as parents are responsible for a human being completely subjected to our care or whim. Mothers are particularly pressurized to a boiling point where steam is not only coming out of their ears. Our Matrimonial Object of Mayhem, or our kid, knows exactly which buttons to push and suddenly we go from steamed to teary eyed, babbling idiots. How to stay sane through these years of cold/hot water treatment? Laugh about it. Sometimes hysterically, sometimes with tears and sometimes with a pride glace of a parent who thinks he did matter.
Well all of that will change. I'd really like to assist you with your task, perhaps you will grant me the honor of writing with and for you, or perhaps you will pick a Bangladeshi kid who will pay you to write with you. I believe they haven't figured out the modern commerce system yet. In any case, you will pick and you will pick wisely. I have every confidence in that, because I will go on and work with someone else, if you don't pick me, but you will still be stuck with this article and perhaps you will not have a talented individual shooting ideas at you, but a software generated idea blurter who will prolong your agony. But as a parent, you probably are used to that feeling.
Have fun picking, I started with my nose...