I carry the Demon seed within me. Look at my nephiews, for god's sake. And yet, I somehow manage (with, of course the Ogwife's most capable assistance) to keep my child civil in public. Good for the owner for trying to make his place nice. Nobody wants to go anywhere there are porch monkeys screaming and yelling all day.

How dare people get all upset when parents allow their spoiled brat children yell, scream, break things, and generally act all out of control?

When did our society break down to the point where store owners feel that they can suggest to people that their children should behave! Who died and put them in charge of anything?

I'm with that Chicago mom who complained that police kicked in her door to grab her son who was alleged to have thrown an old woman in the trunk of a car in an attempt to steal her money from an ATM. Mom said it wasn't right that the police did what they did in kicking in her door and who is going to help her. Right on! How rude of the cops to disturb her like that.

If you don't want to deal with yelling brats or armed carjackers, stay the hell locked up in your house!

If people would just have some common courtesy and keep their damn rules to themselves, this would be a better place filled with more screaming brats and violent teenagers.

(Just in case someone misinterprets the above, it's all a joke!)

People just don't want to claim responsibility for their children. I lived in Chicago for 18 years, and went to private schools. Whenever I was out in public, you had to act respect, but then there were the other kids that were allowed to do as they pleased. It was the age of never tell your child "no". I guess too many kids started to sue their parents or something.

I just love how all of the mommies say the bakery is a place for them to rest and relax, not parent their children. Wtf do they think the rest of us go to the cafe for? I promise it isn't to hear the last scream-fest from their toddler.

Got my car washed on Saturday and then took a trip to the mall.

When I got back to my car, the woman in the BFSUV next to me was sitting in her driver's seat with her door open almost touching my car and her kids were running around the parking lot playing tag.

Needless to say, there were handprints all over my car. The kids scattered when I got close and the mom closed her door. It was a good thing I was in a good mood and my girlfriend was with me or I might have lost it.

They say the pain of losing a child is unbearable, but it's moments like that that cause me to abandon my humanity and believe that some people deserve that pain.

Small child: 50 points,
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