Complaint After Complaint

They have a saying in Africa: It takes a village to raise a child. Obviously the person who thought this up was a shitty parent who won’t take responsibility for the little terror he or she is raising.

If I want to go see a rated-R movie at 10 o’clock at night, I don’t want to have to deal with your kid screaming and complaining that they are tired and want to go home.

If I want to go shopping, I should not have to worry about my knees being taken out by children playing tag between the racks.

If I am at work don’t tell me not to tell your children what to do if they are climbing on the rounders because you know your would bitch at me like it’s MY fault if your brat gets hurt!

If your kids can’t control themselves in public then leave them home! If they start screaming in public, take them back to the car until they can control themselves or take them home! I should not have to sacrifice my night-out-dinner because it keeps getting interrupted by your child. The next time a child bothers me because it is bored during his dinner, I swear I am going to tell it to go ask his mother what the word ‘cunt’ means.

It’s not cute. It’s annoying, inappropriate, and needs to stop, NOW!