not really relevant, just something i've been thinking about...

I hate that moment in your life when you realize that your parents aren't perfect. When you start seeing their flaws and you're no longer a naive five-years old, holding their hand and looking up at them like they're Gods and they can do no wrong in the world. 

When the hell does that moment happen? And why can't we just ignore it forever?

EDIT>> but also, it does feel nice being treated as an equal. Getting to know them as people and not parents. Laughing with them and seeing their personalities... it's weird, isn't it?