January 13, 2012

Other People's Dumb Kids

So. Michigan.

We're having a good time - the Misters are all tuckered out, the kids are finally asleep (finally), and right now I'm typing on a Mac with a good internet connection while Lindsay works on de-uglifying this here blog.

These are all good things.

But I have something to say to you - yes, you. You know who you are, but if you don't I'll be very specific: you're the mother at the play area in the mall today. You wore a blue shirt, and you had two kids - probably a three year old and a five year old.

You spent your time on the bench texting.

Your dumb kid kept climbing up the slide and sliding back down again without letting anybody else slide down. He kept lying down at the bottom and would. not. get. up.

He used Jr as a step stool at least twice.

I just want to tell you something, between us mothers:

I let my kid slide down the slide and land on yours. On purpose.


This time last year: All The Boo-Hoos