In the Beginning . . .

Good morning, readers! Your kids are brats. Well, not all of them. Some of them are just being kids and that's totally okay. My kid embarrasses me publicly about once a week. Last week he asked a woman (with short hair and excess facial hair) why she was carrying a pocketbook since she is a boy. That's not brattiness. That's a good question. He is a naturally inquistive spirit. I kind of thought the lady was a dude, too. I've just been trained not to say shit like that. He's still in training.

There isn't a thin line between brattiness and kiddishness. Its a broad, large, dark line. If you don't know that, your kid is probably a brat. When you are coming over to people's houses, they lock up their good shit and steel themselves mentally.

Do you want your kid to be dreaded? Oh, and its totally not the kid's fault people use him as a cautionary tale. Its your fault. Stop screwing him or her up. Don't be that parent that is on TV in 20 years wondering where you went wrong and why your kid committed that horrible crime against humanity. Or you'll end up raising your bratty grandkids. Karma is a bitch.

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