So I’m at McDonald’s killjng two birds (park and dinner) with one stone when this shitty little girl come up to me and asks if Mylo is a girl. Ok. Mylo is wearing a blue shirt with a blue flannel and khaki pants. He’s sporting a tight mini-fro not some long I-can’t-bear-to-cut-it flowing tresses. Oh. And he’s wearing pink crocs.
So that must mean he is a girl.
I had to bite my tongue not to answer the seven-year-old with a smart assed “Does he look like a girl?” or “Are you retarded?” remark.
Five minutes later she’s complaining to me about Jaxon wanting to play with her. At least her mother rescued me from that nightmare.
I don’t think shitty ass smart mouth kids should get a pass just because they’re kids. It usually leads to shitty ass adults.