You get to relive all of your own childhood fears through your own kids. Like being afraid that Tacky Day is actually tomorrow not today, and he'll be the only one at school dressed like this:
You check with other experienced parents to see if any of their kids have had the belly-button fetish and are relieved to find out many of them did. PHEW. Leave it to Sarah to have that "weird kid thing". See...?
You finally discovered an animal that you are not terrified to let your children be around.
But you're a little glad even those rabbits are in a cage. (What is wrong with me? Really.)
After years of picking on her big brother, you finally see your middle daughter get some payback - in the form of being tackled by her toddler-aged sister. (And you kind of like it.)
After three years of rejecting your son's unceasing desire to be the Red Power Ranger for Halloween, you finally succumbed....only to find a box of muscle-clad Red Power Ranger costumes at the back of the costume store on clearance...for FIVE DOLLARS. (Nice find, Sam!) See...waiting paid off!
For a fleeting moment, you consider convincing the girls to be Red Rangers too. (All because you're that cheap.)
Since seeing Toy Story, your four year old goes around saying, "Into the city! And beyond!" And you don't bother correcting her because, well, that's funny.
You are happy that your son is secure enough in his masculinity to take on his nay-saying friends when they ridicule him for watching Care Bear, Barbie, and Polly Pocket movies. (But, you're pretty sure he would watch anything if it got him some more tv time.)
You have become adept at listening to two children talk at the same time, but you don't have confidence in your ability to master the art of discerning three different conversations when your toddler's talking kicks into full gear.