Other people's children

Not having children of my own, it is rather easy to be quite judgmental. I have been heard to make such utterances as 'How rude' and 'They let their daughter eat ___?' or how about 'I wouldn't let him talk to me that way.'

Of course, my husband enjoys telling people when they are stupid, the dog shares my ice cream and the cat woke us up this morning at 3:45 am yowling to go out (once out he continued yowling, probably right under the neighbor's window). So, perhaps there is little doubt that my children would be the worst sort of devil spawn.

In any case, whilst my commentary might suggest a certain bitterness, I do adore the little critters. There is little in this world that is more fun than getting them totally crazed and then returning them to their exhausted parents. Good thing our friends and family are all so patient with me. Little Bean and Bag o' Chips got the brunt of my affections this Sunday.