We have six kids, yours, mine and ours. The oldest spent all of his twenties pursuing the "gangsta" life style, and most of that time in the "almost" prisons. He "says" he is in school now at age 32, although he has left a long trail of wreckage behind him. Our youngest boy is hard working, honest and a go getter. He and his great girlfriend bought our "old" house and they both work overtime to pay for their lifestyle. And all the kids in between fit somewhere in between as far as being good people. We raised them all the same, and didn't play favorites. We gave them lots of love and laughs with discipline when it was warranted. Sometimes there just seems to be no rhyme or reason and parenthood is a crap shoot. I envy the fella on here that was lucky enough to have three good kids in a row.
