I want to be strict, you know, I want to be strict with my daughter, she's only two, so I can't really gauge how I'm going to be with her yet.

I want to be like my parents, but not as crazy because Indian parents are a little crazy with their kids. You know, they they are I like and I want to be like a white parent. I love watching white people talk to their kids. White parents have this way of speaking to their children like they're humans. It's beautiful to watch, you know, but I think I can be as lenient as a white person because white birds, you take it a little too far, you know, like you give your kids options, their fucking kid, they shouldn't have any options.

Here's I was in the mall the other day, I saw a white lady in the food court and she said to her five year old son to go, sweetheart, what do you want to eat for dinner?

And the kid goes, OK.

Well, when you figure it out, you let me know and I'll make it for you. OK, I love. She asked a five year old what he wanted to eat, not do you want this or this, what he could have said and I want shoes.

I don't need a pair of shoes. She would have to make them a pair of shoes. I'm not I can't even comprehend, like I grew up in an immigrant house. You mean an immigrant house? Mom does. And there's no dinner for the adults and dinner for the children. Mom does not care what the fucking kids like. Mom does not cook for the kids. Mom cooks for dad. Whatever Dad liked is what you were eating for dinner.

That's the way it works there. It doesn't matter what your dad like, that's what you were having for dinner, he turns out my dad used to love molten hot plates of lava. I was the only five year old farting fire at five. They used to call me Dragon Ass at school. But white parents explain things to their kids, you know, they do you do you take the time to do that? That's nice. Indian parents, they're the worst.

If they don't want you to do something, they will make up the most insane story as to why you shouldn't do something and scare you into not ever thinking about doing it. And you don't think your parents are creative, so they couldn't be making that up. That must have happened. You know, I'll give an example. I grew up just outside of Toronto, a small town called Brampton, and Bittoun represent I and and I grew up in these town houses and all the driveways were attached in the townhouses.

And at the edge of the driveway was a road or a major road where all the cars can drive. We are we were obviously not allowed to play on the road. We only played on the we're only allowed to play in the driveways, probably other reasons. Now, this was the white lady next door telling her son not to play on the road.

Sweetheart, Mommy doesn't want you to play on the road. Why not? Because it's not safe. So. So you could get hurt. I don't care.

Will I do? So if you get hurt, you'll make mommy sad. Do you want to make Mommy sad?

You wouldn't be a good boy and play in the driveway. OK, I love you. It was so good, she explained it to him. She told him why he shouldn't do it. He she gave him the consequences as to what could happen. He had all the information he needed to not play on the road. And you know what? He didn't play on the road. Not my dad. This is my dad telling me the same thing. Brazel.

Don't go on the road. You'll get hit by the car and you'll break up our. Not I might get hit by a car. No, I will get hit by the car. Apparently there's only one car in my neighborhood and I was going to get hit by it and I was going to break apart. How the fuck do you break apart? When I was a kid, I thought I was made out of Lego because I was going to break apart one day.

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