Judge ye who have not thrown a stone I say. I have 4 kids from 14 months to 9 years. I would have to teach them that deceitfulness, lying and living multiple lives is ok if I was to never cuss, drink or vape in front of them. My kids are proper kids with manners, courtesy, discipline and confidence. Much better than I was or any of the kids I grew up with. So am I in a manner of both.
I don't vape indoors though. Just not my thing.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the
infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining
schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the
lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a
soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the
justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered
pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is
second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
