These adorable little angels are my nieces.
And I wish they'd come live with me.
And I wish they'd come live with me.
I'm normally very tolerant of all children.
Screaming babies on airplanes don't bother me.
Kids throwing fits at the grocery store have me feeling sympathy for their parents.
BUT, recently, on our Disney trip...
I was hot.
I was tired.
I was hungry.
And while we were waiting on a dinner reservation,
there was annoying, terrible, horrible little child whining
and crying to her parents about wanting to go on the elevator.
My tolerance evaporated.
I almost told this little girl,
a stranger...
that the elevator went straight to hell.
And if she got on it...there'd be monsters.
I don't know what got in to me.
Screaming babies on airplanes don't bother me.
Kids throwing fits at the grocery store have me feeling sympathy for their parents.
BUT, recently, on our Disney trip...
I was hot.
I was tired.
I was hungry.
And while we were waiting on a dinner reservation,
there was annoying, terrible, horrible little child whining
and crying to her parents about wanting to go on the elevator.
My tolerance evaporated.
I almost told this little girl,
a stranger...
that the elevator went straight to hell.
And if she got on it...there'd be monsters.
I don't know what got in to me.
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