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My kids are and aren't like me. Many of their attitudes are coloured by and informed by Kelly and myself, of course, and they are fully equipped with cynicism and wit. Hopefully compassion but, hey, that's Mum;s department. I teach em how to take and give a punch and not to trust humans because humans.
Their tastes after that are their own. Some of them we share, some of them we very much do not.
Here's the trick: don't give a shit about what you want them to be. Really. Let them be who they are, try to nudge them away if you think they are aping you too heartily but other than that, don't pull or push really strongly.
I don't want the kids to be like us or not like us. Let em find out on their own. I'm just happy if they are mostly content and not douchebags.
Oh and I lie to them ALL THE TIME. Little fuckers don't trust me at all, heh. They already know Dad has giant-sized feet of clay.