I try to stay away from the “Holy shit, check out this terrible parenting!” cheap ‘n easy posts, but damn, Karina. You honestly posted this photo on Facebook with a “lol” and then your friends “liked” it? Letting the kid squirt ketchup all over the table would have been a more economical choice for the restaurant. If you’re going to let your kid act like “a kid” at a place of business, at least try to consider the clean-up process. A few french fries on the floor? No big deal. A little diarrhea in the bathroom sink? Bleach’ll fix it! But drawing on the restaurant’s wall like it’s a child’s very own giant canvas? That’s so wrong that even I would have alerted management if I’d seen this little meta art project going down. I can hear the Karina’s response now: “But wait, she’s almost done! And my last picture was BLURRY!”

I know, I know — kids will be kids. But there’s a difference between documoming a trip to the dentist (which is weird in and of itself) and documoming your kid being a terror. That shit isn’t funny, and it bores me, and I wish it would stop. 

Pardon my continued use of bad language, but who gives a flying fuck if Heather is friends with the doctor? Being friends with a doctor doesn’t give a person (or his/her child) carte blanche to treat poor defenseless rolls of paper like this in an office. Not to get all environmentally-conscious on y’all, but it’s kids like this who think it’s cool to throw their candy wrappers on the ground because their mom always permitted bad behavior at the doctor’s office. Being “friends” with someone is no excuse for poor parenting, and I find this attitude to be so morally bankrupt that I may need to post a submission like this later just to get my mind off how much I hate people like Heather and Karina. (Aw, screw it, I hate Kristin, too.) When are parents like this going to realize that it isn’t noble to raise “the next generation” if you’re raising the next generation to be colossal assholes? Points to ponder on this lovely Tuesday!

PS: Please don’t leave any comments on this post along the lines of, “OMGosh this is NOTHING compared to what my kid did at Frankie Joe’s Salsa Emporium! Talk about MESSY.” That will only increase my hatred of Excuseville further. I already know that kids are prone to making messes. Believe me, I know. 

Related: Quality Memories and David Lays The Smack Down

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