Quotes from Children Yelling in a Deli

I spent a good portion of Sunday afternoon in a deli, which was overrun with rambunctious children for a little over an hour.  They were eating frozen yogurt and it was horrifying and funny.  There was a lot of controversy over who got what toppings and if these toppings were “fair.”  There were two adult women (known as Mommy) and about six kids.  They were loud and proud.  Oh, and weird.  They were wonderfully weird.  Here is a sampling of what I heard.

“You’re mommy has a STINK FLOWER!”

“Mom.  Am I invisible now?”
“How ’bout now?”
“Now?”

“She called me a ‘PEANUT.  Punish her.”

(Hits brother.)
“He hit himself!  It wasn’t me.  It wasn’t!”
(Brother silently weeps.)

“Mommy, get me water.  I’m thirsty.  Mommy!  Water!  Water!   Please get me water.  I want water.  Water!  Can you get me water, pleeeaaassseee?  Mommy?  Are you dead?  Can you hear me?  Get me WATER!  Where is the water?  Mom!  Mom!  Mom!  Can you PLEASE get me some water?  I’m thirsty.  I need water.  I’m thirsty for water!  MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY!”

“Let’s attack the water.”
“Why?”
“Because it must DIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!”

“This place has been attacked by zombies.  The zombie gave me ice cream.  This is zombie ice cream.  These are zombie gummy worms! Everyone run!” (This did scare one of the smaller girls with them.)

“You sit. I talk.  Those are the rules!”

“Why is the baby SO FAT?”

“Mommy.  Am I pooping?”

“Is this my new room?”

“BATHROOM!  NOW!”
(Dramatic pause.)
“Nevermind.  It’s too late.”
(Look of fear on mother’s face unlike anything I’ve ever seen.)

“I’m going to be a monkey.  Watch!” (Climbs wall.  Falls.  Cries.)

“Where’s dad?”

“Mommy, can we have a screaming contest?”

“I want to open the door!”
“NO! It’s my turn.”
“NEVER!”

“I’m the fastest boy.” (Runs.  Falls.  Cries.)

“I can smell you from the night!”
“Well, you smell like a meanie!”
“They can smell you on the moon… because you smell so bad.”
“I hate you.”
(Moms comes around the corner and gives the two boys a look.)
Together: “Love you.” (They hug.)

Babysitters Are Important, Y’all.

Look, I get that having kids complicates your life, and that you will want to bring your kids with you to restaurants, stores, events, libraries, parties, and whatever else there is.  I get it, y’all.  However, as you continue to go through life with your child and/or children, remember that your crying baby will ruin everyone else’s dinner, shopping experience, party, study session, etc.  Your crying baby, your terrible two-year-old, your eight-year-old diva, your asshole-of-a-teenager are all part of the reason I cannot walk into a Target without getting a headache.

While I was out and about doing my Christmas shopping, I heard many a mother threaten their children with, “If you don’t do this, or stop that, Santa won’t bring you any gifts.”  First of all, that’s not sounding like great parenting.  Secondly, maybe you shouldn’t bring your four-year-old to Target two days before Christmas while it’s packed with other stressed out moms and dads.  That child is clearly going to melt down.  You are going to melt down.  Everyone else is going to be uncomfortable, and they will all leave with headaches.  Did you really need wrapping paper that badly?

Sometimes, you need to leave the kids at home.  Sometimes, you need a babysitter, a dedicated sister, a really amazing friend, or a grandparent to steal your child for a few precious moments.  You can also order things online.  Free shipping!  No lines!  No crying babies!

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re wondering why I don’t just stay home and avoid all the crying babies.  You’re thinking that I sound like an ass because I’m not considering that people can’t afford babysitters, and don’t always have support systems of people who can watch their kids.  There are a lot of single parents, and people who just didn’t have a choice of whether or not their kids would accompany them on their various trips.  I also understand that, but this website is devoted to rants, and this is a rant.  Obviously, I am not advocating for a kid-free world; I just want to go to Target without getting a headache because a three-year-old is mad about not getting candy.  I want to go out to lunch without fearing that someone’s child will throw knives around the room.  I want to read in a library without hearing anyone’s family drama.

Babysitters are amazing gifts from the Flying Spaghetti Monster and/or god.  Hire them.

Your “Baby Daddy” Is a Minor. Um…

Okay, Mariah Yeater, age 20, you had a baby three months ago.  I’ll give you that.  When you had that poor baby, you decided to name him Tryston?  That’s strike one.  You also went to a Justin Bieber concert at 19?  Strike two.  Strike three is that you are now claiming that when you went to that concert, you got knocked up by Justin Bieber, which means you had sex with Justin Bieber when you were 19, and he was 16…  THAT MEANS HE WAS A CHILD.  That means, your obviously bogus claim that a superstar knocked you up in a backstage bathroom also means you are claiming that you had sex with a child.

You were an adult – age 19.

He was a minor – age 16.

You are gross.

Any time a chick claims some famous dude is her baby daddy, I feel pretty skeptical.  The fact that this chick is claiming that a minor/superstar is her baby daddy makes me really angry.  I’m not a huge Bieber fan; I find him a little annoying.  However, the kid is talented and he seems like a nice boy.

This whole thing is crazy.  I really think this chick is lying.  If she’s not, it will break the heart of hundreds of thousands of girls.  If she’s lying, (which she is) then she’s pretty much screwing her kid forever.  That kid’s life will always be tarnished with the trashiness and desperation of his mother.

GROSS.

 

 

Dumb Things I Received Today

So, I’ve written a post on dumb things I’ve heard, but this needs to be categorized as “Dumb Thing I Read Today” or “Dumb Things I Received Today.”

Why is a twelve year old sending me a friend request wondering if I am some person from some virtual park in some stupid Facebook game about contented domestic animals? This causes me to be concerned about the following:

1. Who has my name and is lurking around some site called Happy Pets? This is really bad for my image. Not to mention creepy.

2. Why is this little girl trying to friend random people on the intarwebz? Where are her parents? Additionally, speaking of absent parents and bad decisions, why does she have all kinds of fucked up face piercings and looks to be twelve? I could go on…

3. No, strange child, I am not the person from the park in happy pets. I’m the person who doesn’t want to receive stupid fucking friend requests from strangers, especially whiny twelve year old emo girls, on my cell phone when I’m trying to work.

Baby Talk (is awful)

 

While I am goo-goo for Gaga, I’m pretty hardset against goo-goo and ga-ga baby talk.  You’re an adult.  Speak like an adult.  Don’t call your significant other “Booboo” or “My Wittle Wuv Monkey,” or anything remotely like that in public; it’s gross.  I don’t even think it’s okay for adults to use pet names in public for the most part.  Calling someone “Honey,” or “Dear,” or some tame name like those is fine because it’s not gross, it doesn’t feel dirty or drippy with sweetness.  Calling someone “Baby” or “Babe” or “Boo” or “Monkey” or whatever the hell you call them in bed is unacceptable.  Ask yourself: “Have I used this name while screwing?”  If the answer is yes, the name is private only.  If the answer is no, you can proceed with caution.  Think about it, in what situation can you imagine someone saying, “Oh yeah!  Go faster, honey!” in the bedroom.  Doesn’t that seem unlikely?
 
As a self-respecting adult, you shouldn’t speak a fake baby.  It makes you look stupid, crazy and really annoying.  Also, real babies don’t talk like that.  If you have a child, maybe you should try speaking to that child in your real voice while using real words.  Hearing actual means of communication will teach the child how to properly speak.  Would you want your children to actually speak in the way you seem to like to speak to them?  Baby talk is stupid.

Also, do you not know grammar?  Using improper grammar isn’t adorable.  It’s not even okay.  It’s just stupid.  Ugh…

 
I’m not against the occasional coochie-coo talk to actual babies; it’s cute, and they’re cute.  I get it.  I think it is good to tell children that they are cute and wonderful.  I do it too.  However, give kids some credit.  They can understand normal words.  They will appreciate being spoken to in normal ways.  Children are smarter than you realize.  Plus, they say awesome things.  Let the kids be cute and awesome.  Accept the fact that you are older and a little less awesome.