Have kid, will Have Breakdown

I forget sometimes, in the whirl of the day-to-day, that sometimes I need to take five minutes and sit down on the floor and make a gigantic mess with my kids, pulling out every action figure and hot wheel car that we collectively own. And that, if I do this, their horns will retract, their claws will turn back into grimy, dirt encased fingernails, and their snarls will, inevitably subside.
I should get this tattooed somewhere.
Or write it on my bathroom mirror, so when I reach for the aspirin I'll remember.