I know it may not have been your first choice in life to raise a child, I can see it in your eyes. You got knocked up when you were 16 by a guy you thought was a good person but turned out to be a convicted felon. Who knew that you shouldn't always trust a guy with tattoos on his face, I guess your mother was right. Maybe instead of ignoring her advice you shouldn't introduce yourself to men already lying on your back with your ankles pinned behind your ears, but this isn't about you. This is about your terrible child who I've thought about throwing through a window because of his antics.
I can understand that you want to do things like shoot up instead of going grocery shopping to feed the monster you've created, but I like my trip to the grocery store to be pleasant. I didn't go because I wanted a three-year-old to grab stuff out of my basket and throw it on the floor like an asshole, that's how you get beat up. One more item and he would have been told the new truth about Santa; that Santa knocked his mother up for being a bad girl one year and now dealing with him day in and day out is killer her inside. I don't care if he's three and that's a terrible thing to say, he's getting on my nerves and I will not have my Saturday afternoon ruined.
You should be happy that I haven't sucker punched him when nobody was looking. People say you shouldn't punish your child physically, so I guess it's a good thing he's not my child. I have no qualms about punching a child as hard as I can because he's an asshole, he clearly has it coming. But I suppose the blame for his behavior doesn't lie with him, it lies with you. Get your kid's act together or I'm simply going to run up and drop kick you in your ovaries. It's the best way to stop you from procreating again because you clearly can't handle the child you've already made.
The guy arguing with a toddler in aisle 9
Posted by Atkins under Letters to the Public