I transmigrated to a parallel world to take part in a parenting show, and only meant to keep a low profile while raising my kids.
Then my son played on his phone in class, so I let him play until he was sick of it;
My daughter wanted to buy an album because she was a fan, so I invited her idol over to give a concert;
The brat next door bullied my son, so I made his parents suffer public humiliation on the show.
The director got down on his knees and begged me to stop the broadcast. “The ratings are through the roof, but the parenting experts say you’re abusing children!”
But the viewers were thrilled: “Please write a book! My brat is driving me insane!”
“After watching this show, I finally found the right way to vent my hatred of my little brother.”
“Other people go on shows to show off their romance. You’re here to show us how to make brats cry?”
Parents across the internet are eagerly waiting for every update, just to learn a few tricks for dealing with their own little monsters.
While other families are tearing their hair out over their kids’ homework
I’ve already got my son kneeling and begging me: “Dad, I want to go to school! I never want to pick up trash again!”
The one-line pitch: This parenting show cured my mental anguish, but sent the brats to the hospital (not really).
