.just like a faucet.

I. Hate. Babies. In. Bars.
Hate it.
Not only because I
feel
the need to be on my
best behavior
(I'm in a bar drinking - talking loudly, cursing and bumping into things is part of the process even thought I should note that I rarely get like this, sans the talking loudly but I mean, come on, it's a bar with crappy music on full blast)
but because,
oh, I don't know,
babies shouldn't be bars.

No one under 21 should
be in bars.
I thought this was a
basic understanding of
modern existence.

I was at Floyd on Atlantic Avenue
5ish - still early
and Hipster Mom and Hipster Dad
(and Hipster Uncle/Friend or something)
come in with
Lil' Hip (aged 18ish-months - I'm pretty bad at that sort of thing).
Mom, Dad and Uncle/Friend have their
beers
as Lil' is standing/leaning on a table
(like little baby humans do 'cause they have no balance)
reaching to play with
lit candle on table
with the rest of the
crew
yap and yap about whatever.

Um, hello?
Your life ended when you got
knocked up.
I thought this was
another
fact of human existence.
Life ends for 18 years.
Get
a
damn
sitter.

Shell out the whopping 20 bucks
to have some tween
sit your kid.

You live in Park Slope
with those $1k strollers
you have the cash.

Read this article that still haunts me today
and you'll realize everything that is
wrong
with parenting today.
I am so not looking forward to
seeing what these kids are like
in 15/16 years.

(photo from here, but I'm not sure where it originated)