You know that place called “Wit’s End?” Ever been there? Some priviledged folks have a fast track pass to “Wit’s End.” Raise your hand if you do…wow…..that’s a lot of raised hands. Well I have a fast track pass too.
People tell me all the time that I’m ‘great with kids, would be a great teacher, blah, blah’…you know. Really? No, really? My own children make me want to ….force my head through drywall. Sure they fight sometimes, and whine, and are messy. The times I find myself checking into ‘Wit’s End’ are generally when they are deleriously amusing themselves. In. Public. See below:
People had to step around them. Some people laughed. Some scanned the room for their parents. Some hunkered down to play on her iphone and pretend that they were not actually her children at all. Their father saw it as a photo op. Plus, they look like him and not me anyway, so let people glare at him if they must, after all, he WAS taking pictures.
Gosh that was a delicious double tall hazelnut la-la-la-la-la-latte. See you at ‘Wit’s End!’