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.
Half-Pint House 
OH MY! I have never even THOUGHT that about my kids!
Talk about your teachable moments, eh?
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Thanks for the laugh, Megan. I’m so sad for the little boy, but have to admit I’m amused at your words. And, yes, I think that woman labeled herself appropriately, to say the least.
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Poor kid.
At least you took the humorous side of things, otherwise we’d have to cry.
~Luke
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I know, it was actually very sad. I just had that immediate thought that if you call him that then that makes you the one he’s the son of.
Still, that boy is in for a life of sadness that one can only pray receives grace, forgiveness, and redemption. The mom too.
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Oooh, that was a telling moment, wasn’t it?
I feel for that little boy.
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Yuck.
Poor kiddo.
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Oh dear. Poor little thing. 😦
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