The bus stinks of shit.

There is a feeling quite new on this route, but this time the smell is very real.
The source is nearby, so close you could sit in her arms.
"I pooped!"
He announces my son, looking amused.
It was not what I meant when I asked him to keep me updated on what he thought and did.
The double of Amy Winehouse next to us, plugging his nose and tries to sink into the phone.
The bearded man on the other side looks at me in disgust as if he had never seen anything more revolting.
They do not know who the other six stops to bear.
To be sitting in his stool, my son seems quite happy.
When it came I had no idea it would be like going back to some of the most exasperating of my past relationships.
If at the time you are not familiar with the children but think that one day you might to want one, it would be wise to reflect on what happened when in the course of your life you have met people who behaved like infants.
Example number one: have you ever had a classmate who was bad at math and crazy about every little thing, like you would start crying when she could not find one of his personal belongings and he was moved by watching videos of monkeys and penguins?
Example number two: you're never out with a fascinating guy but extremely selfish?
You know when you used to spend whole days watching his Facebook profile and nights to gnash their teeth thinking about him that told her dreams, will sing the new song he had just composed, asking you to give him the scratch card or you made other requests unreasonable guy try to convince you not to go to work to be with him?
And then, when you were with him, always he seemed to not listen to you and distract you for everything?
Example number three: have you ever had an elderly relative (or friend such marks) you used to struggle to understand and follow in his speeches?
Do you ever find yourself looking at him searching for clues on how to react to the last thing you said?
Have you ever wondered if he did it on purpose?
If you're going to put you against a child, try to think about what you have learned from these situations.
Could help.
To be clear, by "child" does not mean a baby.
The communication skills of a baby is so limited that it is easy to project upon him our feelings and thus give her cries and her screams because some perfectly understandable.
A child instead has the tools to communicate.
A child is an agent of chaos.
The point is that a child is able to reach a level of arrogance of reach for us adults, and then to make amends with much more ease.
Part of this power comes from the fact of being small.
It is completely out of scale than its opponents and is easy to be distracted and dominated by his eyes.
The other problem is that a child is often right.
"Get your shoes," she told him from the hall.
Risk of late for work if I do not move to take him to kindergarten.
"No," he replies simply.
Corro in his room and threatening fixed the door: is on a pillow that reads a book (see the figures).
It is not worth even looking at me.
He does not give a damn.
It is not wrong.
It must be hard to imagine why an adult you submit voluntarily to causatale suffering from a place called "work" when there are picture books to admire and maybe even spare biscuits hidden in the folds of the couch.
In some ways, the word "no" is the key to everything.
Wait your turn!
No.
Be kind to others.
No.
Go to sleep.
No.
I think the best thing (in terms of survival) and consider children not as irritating beings, but as sources of inspiration.
And even if we adults could live like children?
Imagine how it would be if we could afford to fregarcene of rules and social conventions.
If we could always maintain direct contact with our desires-without the help of inspirational articles for Millennials and lists of habits which successful people improve their productivity.
The next time you find yourself in an elevator with that person particularly beautiful or strange, think how it would be if you were kids and you have the right to secure it for the whole trip without opening his mouth.
Or think of when you find yourself stuck in an endless meeting or hostage a customer's very boring.
If you were a baby you could get up and walk away without saying anything.
And at lunch: you see something that you want?
Not a problem if someone is using or eating: you are entitled to.
If the other person is smaller or weaker than you, hand strappateglielo and run away.
Fill it in the shoes of a child is a kind of time machine.
But, seriously, if you find yourself (or you'll one day) in a strong relationship with a child, try to resist.
Patience is essential.
In the most difficult moments, when your child (which should not be for your child's strengths: it can be your roommate or your colleague) provides you on the nerves, imagine seeing the world from his eyes.
Forget maturity.
Who cares?
Build yourself a happy place to stay in the lead until the stressful situation is over.

From Vice