The children are here.
Making a hell of a noise. All three of them.
I don’t like the youngest one because she asks too many questions and whinges a lot and I mean a lot, especially if she doesn’t get her own way because she’s horribly spoilt. The middle one is a concern. When my mother got Molly (my dog) out of my room in the morning, he told her to let Molly go down the stairs herself (she has to be carried down because a) she’s unsteady on her legs with old age and b) it’s a wooden spiral staircase, so it’s a bit slippy). My mother said no, but then he tried to grab Molly from her arms and said it would be funny to watch her fall down the stairs. He also kicks her and scares her on purpose, my mother practically screams at him and he pays no attention. If he has no respect for animals now, you damn well know when he grows up he’ll probably turn into some nutcase. I mean he’s like 6 and he wanted to push Molly down the stairs so she would hurt herself. Fucking idiot child, if it were me I’d push him down the stairs to see how he’d like it. The oldest is one of those brainy kids that’s borderline insane, you know those types?
There’s a reason why I never want children. They are horrible/psycho individuals.
xxx
(Source: glittering-diamonds)
