One of the things I have noticed about being a parent, is the constant self questioning about the job you are doing. Is this right for my child? Am I being a good parent by doing this?, and so on.

I was reading about those guys who went down for the whole bodies in barrels thing in the paper the other day, and it occurred to me that as evil and twisted as those boys are, they were all once cute little cooing babies just like William. How did it all go so wrong? What influence possibly turned them into the cold blooded sickos they turned out to be? Was it influence at all? Were they born sickos? I guess that's why criminoligists exist...

These heavy questions cause me to have thought exchanges with myself like this one I had the other day.

I came home from work, picked up my son, and we sat down for a cuddle. Good Parent. But we sat in front of the TV. Bad Parent. I flipped on a movie, with puppets in it. Good Parent. It was Team America World Police. Baaaad Parent.