Somewhere in the fog of becoming an adult, we obscure our weird passions in the name of being "normal." But we're not doing ourselves any favors. Vintage cereal boxes? One person's trash is another person's $11,000 collectable, I guess. (Hey. If we'd have known, we'd have fought over a whole lot more than who got the most marshmallows.) Best travel journal keeper ever. The World’s Best News Photos for 2015 (Humanity + Heartbreak) You're a grown up. It's high time you stop buying disposable clothes made by children. We know good and well that ambition isn't the only thing standing between kids and their dreams of becoming actresses, surgeons, or astronauts. Obscuring the role of luck in achieving some of those successes isn't doing them any favors. The teens dominating Tumblr are some of the most saavy digital strategists in the game right now. In the words of the indomitable Whitney Houston, "I believe the children are our future." Did your kid take a box of crayolas to your manuscript? Don't get too grumpy about it. Charles Darwin's kids did the same to “On the Origin of Species.” (And they're pretty cool doodles, too.) What can we learn about food from families of kids with allergies? Plenty. (I, for one, could take a lesson in planning ahead. Since, you know, these kids want dinner EVERY DAY. The nerve.) For one day, acknowledge how many times you turn on the tap. Then imagine what it would be like to not have that option. What it's like to live with only bottled water. Ice storms. Far more beautiful up close than when you're scraping them off your car.