In clear and plain words: let your kid be
I felt like an ant, an ant feeding willingly severals gigantic ridiculously rich dictator ants living in a world they owned.
Something about the way that conversation was heading convinced me to fold.
You think that's sad? Considered this: it took me 5 months to actually go back to sleep in my own bed.
I enjoyed being the frowned upon person. Until I realized then that I was, in fact, not at all one of a kind.
I was never a good human myself around other humans anyway.
I am ready to upgrade to the expensive alternatives, since it turns out that changing the baby bed sheets and pj's at night is not really my thing.