Scenario: My daughters school is great. It’s small and intimate. After school, many kids play in the playground of the school or walk across the street to the town park/playground. It’s very communal and friendly. Most kids are also quite nice. Good kids from good families. Then there’s the X’s. The X’s are nuts. They are off the wall. The are obscene. The mom is loopy and does nothing. The kids run rampant, kicking and cursing and causing havoc. From time to time, other parents snap…at the kids, at the mom, at the world. It’s not nice and it’s not pleasant. This is known and there’s little to do at this point except grin, bear it, and wait it out. Today, one of the X’s were in rare form. My kids are pretty good at avoiding at this point, but they can still get caught in the web of insanity. They were caught today. Long story short, we left the park after words were exchanged.
What dad said: “Well, sometimes kids act a little crazy. When they do, it’s often times best to leave them alone and play with someone else. You know the X’s can be crazy. I don’t really want you to be crazy like that.”
What dad meant: “The X’s, from mom to son to daughter, are f*cks. They ass*oles in the truest sense of the word. They are animals. The mother must be on drugs, or she is perhaps the most moronic person I’ve ever met. The kids are holy terrors. God willing they will be locked up someday so the damage they will surely cause will be, at least, limited somewhat. Disturbing people. These are people you not only want to avoid, but people you want to pattern your life after…look at what they do and say…and do the exact opposite. You will be fine.”