While on a phone call with my mom yesterday:
Me: The kids are great, but still, you know, horrible, too. I think it's the second week of school syndrome. They've all been acting out a lot lately.
Mom: Well, they do it with their mother because that's where they feel comfortable, Jenny. You once told me that you were so angry at me because you could be. That I was like a big comfortable chair you could just collapse into and not be polite with.
Me: Huh. I don't think my kids would use the same analogy. I think to them I'm like that familiar voodoo doll you can stab, coat in lighter fluid and burn who still loves you anyway.