Open note to the mother of the crazy 3-year-old running around Monkey Joe’s today:

Excuse me, ma’am, but I just wanted to give you something to consider. When you yell loudly at your son, calling him a “Son of a B****” so that everyone can hear, you’ve really just announced to the rest of us how you view yourself. Not that we needed you to confess it. We all knew it after you said it.

Carry on.