A recipe.

I'm running short on time tonight, so I'm going to cheat and give you something I've already written.  My mother would do a family cookbook for the family reunions, it was a fundraiser and a way for the generations to know each other.  At the time I wrote this I didn't have any children but I worked in topless bars.  I wrote three recipes, pizza, bloody Mary and this one.

Dear Mom,
Here's the third,
This isn't really a recipe, more of a rant.  I don't have any children but I deal with many people that I don't consider raised properly.  Here's my "recipe" for raising children properly.  Instill in them responsibility for their actions, stir in some ambition for their future.  Fold in some forethought, teach them to think and consider before speaking and acting.  Mix in some restraint so they won't react with violence whenever something in their life is less than perfect.  Sprinkle in some humour and unselfishness then garnish with a little compassion.  Then end won't be perfect but they'll have the ability to be an adult.