Envy is an ugly thing

I'm not sure I can be friends with the new dad after all. Turns out his son is one of those kids. Sleeps twelve hours at night, takes two-and-a-half hour naps every afternoon. You know, one of those kids. I'm not sure I have the emotional energy to stave off the surge of bitter jealousy tinged with resentment that would come flooding into my life as a reult of prolonged exposure to the well-rested parent of one of those kids.

Who knew I was so petty?