Sure, that kid sucks but his parents suck more!

I am the last person on earth to be all romantic about parenting. I mean, come on, when I was pregnant I thought "You've got to be fucking kidding me?! THIS is how the human race has continued? This is straight bullshit!"
However, now that I am officially an adult with a human of her own, I acknowledge that there are some pretty steady responsibilities that one should assume in order to assure that said human is safe and developing well. Some of those responsibilities include feeding and clothing them. Providing shelter and safety. Soothing them when they're upset and helping them learn right from wrong. You know, the basics.

If I may I'd also like to add to that very basic list the concept of not raising your kids to be pieces of shit who slam into other kids and vomit their sugary disgusting drinks all over the play area then run off leaving the next group of kids to discover it and probably sit and play in it anyway, because kids are inherently disgusting.

You know how that can be accomplished? If you STOP LOOKING AT YOUR FUCKING PHONE AND PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR SHITTY SON WHO JUST DID ALL OF THOSE THINGS I JUST DESCRIBED IN THIS INDOOR PLAY GROUND YOU TWAT! LOOK UP! HE SUCKS!

Anyway, just a take it or leave it suggestion! I'm off to scoop up my kid wearing a hazmat suit and hose her off in the parking lot thanks to that disgusting petri dish of yours!
Bye now!

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