took us to dinner at a favorite restaurant of his.
kind of a hole in the wall ... not too fancy diner. decent food, friendly owner ...
and as i was standing there ... i overheard this conversation between a mother and her ... let's guess ... 3 year old daughter.
ok ... so it wasn't much of a conversation ...
let's call it a potty training technique.
"mommy ... i need to go potty." (note ... whiny voice used.)
mother's reply ... "fine ... but ... if i take you to the potty and you don't go to the bathroom ... i'm gonna f*&$ you up and whup your a$$." (note ... hushed angry tone used.)
wonder how that "technique" is working for them?
... and that was after we sat next to a father that brought 3 cans of pepsi to the table ... one for him ... one for his (let's guess ...) 5 year old son and one for his (let's guess again, shall we?) 3 year old daughter that walked in ... with a pacifier in her mouth.
seriously. if she has a pacifier ... i don't think she needs a caffeinated beverage.
i know that i am being so incredibly judgemental and that i should never talk before walking a mile in their shoes. but those two kids got pop, which i just eliminated from my diet ... and i just had a glass of water. i