with the kids as I should have/wanted to; it's just about impossible to. And one of the things you worry like hell about over the years is "Did I teach them the right things? To do AND not to do?", things like that.
And then I read something like this and decide that warts and all I and the ex managed to do a better job than that.
I remember the first time I took the kids hunting and both were carrying, daughter a shotgun and son a .22 rifle. Just before we started out from the truck I said "Just remember: if either of you gets careless and shoots me, you're gonna have a hard time carrying me back to the truck." They both grinned, daughter said "Poppa...!" in that girl way, and a good afternoon & evening was had by all.
AND I've got a memory(among others) that'd make the Brady weenies wet their pants and scream "Child Abuse!" or something if they ever heard it.