I guess this means I'm a good parent

After a fun overnight-playdate and Saturday with my parents, Calvin started to go sour during dinner tonight. It spiraled into a full-blown tantrum and we decided to come home.

While my mother and I went down to the basement to gather the boys' stuff, she looks over at me and says:
"Cory, you must have the patience of Job. If I had Calvin around all the time, they would have locked me away in a padded room by now."