Jaden's parents would never dream of giving him Pediasure or other corporate, processed food products designed to mimic actual nutrition.
Malachi's parents worry when he doesn't eat enough of it.
Jaden's parents drop him off at babysitters' houses with little to no explanation beyond when he last ate and slept.
Malachi's parents leave detailed instructions on everything from how to play with him to how to change his shirts to how to make his bottles.
Jaden's parents would have kept him in cloth diapers until he was potty-trained.
Malachi's parents worried the bulky diapers were interfering with his mobility.
Jaden's parents let him cry and get dirty and scrape his knees.
Malachi's parents squabble over how much crying is too much and they never feel able to put him outside without a blanket between him and the elements.
Jaden's parents let him figure things out for himself as much as possible.
Malachi's parents push him every day to learn more, better, faster.
Jaden's parents expect him to eat whatever they give him, even if it's not his favorite food.
Malachi's parents often resort to tried-and-true standbys.
Jaden's parents greet each of his new milestones with mild pride and sometimes a twinge of annoyance.
Malachi's parents are absurdly proud at the smallest achievement.
Jaden's parents are reasonably confident in their ability to raise him.
Malachi's parents have read countless books, talked to even more experts and yet still don't feel at all prepared for whatever his childhood has in store for them.
Malachi's parents are nothing like Jaden's parents.
I never wanted to be like Malachi's parents.