Some days I look at my kids and think; You are amazing. You really have the potential to do something great in this world and leave it a little better than when you entered it.
Once in a while though I look at my kids and think; who are you and where did you come from? You are not my child because I think you are destined for a life of flipping burgers, living in someone's basement, and spending all your spare time with a game controller in your hands saying "pew-pew-pew"
Totally normal parenting thought from time to time, right?