Shoutouts

To the lady at the children’s museum who suggested to Irish Woman that we start our second day there as early as possible and go directly to the top floor where the big interactive room is: Bless you. Boo had a ball this morning, and the crowds weren’t too terrible for the first couple of hours.
To the mother who dressed her young (somewhere between 4 and 6 years old) daughter in clothing three sizes too small to go to the museum: What in the name of Cthulhu is wrong with you? Seriously, her shirt was a good three inches short in both the arms and waist, and her pants were so low and tight that a good two inches of butt crack were showing. I can’t believe you couldn’t afford new clothing, seeing as how you properly dressed yourself. Were you trying to shame her over her obvious weight issue? Was this some sick kind of punishment where you forced her to go out in public like that?
To the man in line at the sandwich shop who gave me the hairy eyeball after I dropped my voice half an octave and told Boo to get down off of a chair: When I need your approval on how to parent my child, I’ll let you raise him. Until then, the line to bite my butt forms to the right.
To myself: You, sir, are a horse’s ass. Lashing out at your family, no matter how tired, sore, and frustrated you are, is never in bounds. You’re lucky you married such a good woman, and she deserves better.

by daddybear71 on April 4, 2014 • Permalink

Posted by daddybear71 on April 4, 2014

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