I can't stand little kids. Running, and screaming...they're so tiny, like little gnats or mosquitoes or something.
And the babies...the babies are always staring at you. Every time in church a baby stares at me, I always say out loud, "Hello, baby." Don't know any of their names.
Our church's young mothers are defiant. "I ain't raisin' no nursery kids!!!" (They refuse to put the kids in nurseries...or ever be separated from them).
Now you know why I choose not to have any of my own, although when I say that, I get weird stares from people.
I have a real problem with disorderly children in public, especially while trying to shop somewhere or go to the movies. Gone are the days where kids act up and the parent tries to discipline them. Now a days, kids get completely out of control and the parents say nothing and pretend nothing is wrong. Why is it that so few parents do anything, whatsoever, to discipline their kids? I can’t seem to go anywhere without kids recklessly running up and down aisles, screaming bloody murder, climbing up gondolas, dangerously perching themselves precariously on top things, or throwing horrific tantrums that go on and on and on, and the parents do nothing and act like everything is normal. I just don’t get that.
The last time I was in Barnes and Noble—a relatively quiet store—this 10 year old looking Problem Child walks in with his parents and starts demanding (at the top of his lungs) a list of all these books he wants for his birthday. When the parents tell him he could only get a few of the books, he grew louder and threatened to throw a tantrum (he actually told his parents that he will throw a tantrum and make a scene if they don’t give him what he wants.) The conversation between the kid and parents filled the whole store. Total strangers were giving each other the ‘WTF’ look. So after another 10 minutes of loud pissing and moaning, the kid gets what he wanted and proceeds to the checkout line.