On Sunday, Mae and I went out on our first Blogging Parents Meet, organised by Jason (who's a... erm... parent-in-training... heh!). Anyway, it was a nice little outing and we met some nice folks and their kids. Check out Egghead's blog for details.
"Shit, honey," Mae whispered in my ear in the middle of my Grilled McChicken, "all these kids are toilet-trained." I scanned the room, and true enough, it looked as though none of the kids were wearing diapers. And then we started making other comparisons.
Other kids were toilet-trained.
Other kids were friendly, shaking hands, smiling and posing for photos. Our reclusive little boy took evasive action every time someone came near him.
Other kids were eating french fries, burgers and nuggets. Jesse ate one and a half french fry.
I don't know what's worst; a kid who's lagging a little on the uptake, or his shitty parents who are always comparing him with other kids. I'm thinking you'll be choosing shitty parents.