I think you should test the literalness of that assertion.
You said it was natural for kids to scream. It is, in the same way that it’s natural for them to shit their pants. As a parent, it’s your job to socialize your children, which includes training them out of things that are natural but not appropriate for polite company.
If your kid shat herself on the lawn, would you say, “Oh well, kids will be kids”?
You know what else is natural? Smacking someone upside the head when they annoy you. But I bet you wouldn’t be too happy if I were to slap your daughter on the back of the head every time she screamed outside.
I have nothing against loud noises. I’m bothered by screaming in specific. Yelling and shouting are fine. Screaming is not.
And if your daughter is eight and can’t be taught not to scream unless there’s an emergency, I’m pretty sure that qualifies her as literally retarded. So, sorry for expecting more of her than she’s capable of. Good luck with the special education classes. I hope she eventually gains the ability to care for herself so she can lead a somewhat independent life.
Nope, I have no kids, because currently I want no kids. But, as usual, I do know what I’m talking about. This may come as a shock to you, but I actually was a child myself. For several years, in fact! And, as I’ve already mentioned, my mother had no problem training me (or my brother, or our friends) not to scream unless there was an emergency.
So, were we all that much smarter than your daughter? Or are you just a worse parent than my mother?
Awww, I’m touched! New title! Unfortunately, the whole thing wouldn’t fit. I hope you’re not too disappointed.
No, just those as deserve it. And you wouldn’t even have to hear them if you didn’t come into the area reserved for–wait for it–rants.
Does this mean you’ll go away now? Please do say yes.
Wait, she was eight a second ago. Oh my, do you have problems with numbers, too? Are these mental development problems something that run in the family?
Here’s a helpful hint for when you want to count past 10: take your shoes off! You’re welcome.
Oh, great, so now everyone gets to be annoyed by the leaf blower *and *your little banshee. Why couldn’t you just egg his door like a normal person?