Not my own, for the most part (though they have their moments), but in general, all the rest of them. They tend to be destructive, thoughtless and sometimes dangerous. I offer you two anecdotes to illustrate why I hate little kids.
Reason #1: My 2-year-old nephew tried to push my (4-year-old) son down a flight of stairs last weekend. If my sister-in-law didn’t happen to be right there, my boy would have taken the express train down a flight of wooden stairs.
Reason #2: This morning I dropped my daught off at kindergarten and we were waiting for them to open the doors and let us in (this occurs at 8:04 +/-). Anyways, not 50 feet from the door there’s a private residence. On the lawn of this residence are a couple of small trees. Saplings, really, maybe 3 or 4 years in the ground. A little girl was sitting on the fence next to the tree, sort of pulling on the branches, and of course a couple other kids got into the act, climbing on the tree, pulling the branches, and on little boy charged at the tree yelling “KILL IT! KILL IT!” and grabbed a branch and was trying to pull it off. My daughter started to head over to get into the act, but I put the brakes on tha, and fast. “How you you like it if a bunch of little kids came into our yard and killed our hydrangeas?” I said. Well, she protested that she hadn’t done anything, and I told her it was my intention to keep it that way, and eventually the parents of the children (still trying to kill the tree) called them off.
Oh, I hate them too. With the snot and the filthy hands and the bad manners and the lack of respect for personal space. I sometimes get nauseous at the sight of babies.
I have a one year old, and while I love him like the dickens, I often remark that living with a toddler is like living with a tiny drunk. He staggers around bumping into things, falling over, hurting himself and others, and you end up cleaning up his vomit/poop all the time. He laughs at things that aren’t funny and flies into rages at small infractions. He falls asleep at random moments.
It is a good thing he is cute, or I would have thrown him out by now.
Why do they have to shout every damned thing that comes out of their mouth? And more importantly, at what age do they stop doing it? The boyfriend’s 5 year old son is cute for the most part, but jeez, dial it down a little, sport.
My aunt overheard this and came up with the brilliant idea of handing her a miniature bottle of Jack Daniels (still sealed shut, people!) to walk (stagger) around with. Much hilarity ensued.
My husband has remarked to friends of his who have small children that children are born feral and have to be domesticated to make them into respectable humans. They’ve taken offense to that before, until he heard two of them exchanging stories. One has a toddler who has begun growling and snarling at everyone/everything. The other has two young daughters (preschool/kindergarten), and said he went upstairs to find “The Lord of the Flies going on up there, they were trying to kill each other with plastic baseball bats and laughing about it!” My husband remarked (jokingly) that he’s now puzzled that they could possibly take offense to his “domestication” remark, and they countered that they think they agree with him now.
I love my best friend’s kid, who I am the atheist godfather to, but yeah, every other kid I’ve ever met is a piece of shit. I’d swim past 100 drowning children to save my dog.
For what it’s worth, my mother - who is an able and devoted mother of two, devoted stepmother of two more, and grandmother of six and who had over 35 years of experience as an elementary school teacher, a job which she loved deeply and left only to retire when the bribery and urge to spend winters in Arizona prevailed - agrees with your husband. Although the word she uses is “barbarian” rather than “feral”. Amounts to the same thing
