On Sunday I found myself giving Oliver a treat after he went potty outside. It may have been just because I was feeling generous and motherly but it reminded me of the way my generation has been brought up, constantly being rewarded for mundane tasks and activities that don't merit accolades. Your team lost the entire soccer season? Here's a trophy. You took a poo as a toddler in the big boy chair? Have a nickel. I think as we've grown up, we were constantly awarded for things we shouldn't have been... and now we're the ones looking for the high-rise corner offices with the windows and big salaries, all without having to work for them. Well not me, specifically, and certainly not Oliver, but they're out there. And the easy road they were given growing up the last 21 years is about to bite them in the butt.
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