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The other day I had the misfortune of witnessing terrible parenting. Can you believe I witnessed this at a Wal-mart?!?! I know, I should just expect this type of encounter at the local cesspool. I was standing in line at the Subway, patiently waiting my turn. Next to me is a mother and her hyper, hyper, HYPER child. The poor sandwich artist had to wait for this ADHD case-study to choose a meat for his sandwich. As soon as he settled on one, he decided on a different meat option. This spawn of evil actually yelled at his mother because she wouldn’t let him change his mind on meats. As punishment for daring to challenge him, he proceeded to run up and down the the queue section. All I saw were arms and legs flailing around. The mother of this atomic bomb just ignored him. She opted to choose her sandwich rather than actually parent her child. Undaunted, the spawn grabbed a couple of cups and ran to the soda fountain. He wasn’t tall enough to actually place the cups against the soda release levers. This did not stop him from trying. Only when the sandwich artist stopped topping the sandwiches and glared at the spawn did this ridiculous excuse for a mom reprimand her child.
Mom, “That isn’t your cup. Put it down.”
Spawn, “BUT I WANT CHERRY COKE! I WANT CHERRY COKE!”
Mom, “what?”
Spawn,”CHERRY COKE!!!!!!”
Mom, “come here and get your sandwich”
kid runs over to the register
Spawn jumping up and down flailing arms like he’s doing jumping jacks, “I WANT A COOKIE. COOKIE! COOKIE!”
Mom to sandwich artist, “can I get a cookie?”
The sandwich artist just stared at her like, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
At this point, I may or may not have said, “Are you serious? That kid needs more sugar like he needs a hole in his head. That child is horrible.”
Fortunately for me, the only person that heard me was the sandwich artist. Either that, or the mom has:
1. Become deaf from the screams of her child.
2. Become numb from the screams of her child.
Note to parents: You chose to have children, not me. Parent them so I don’t have to deal with their piss poor manners and outrageous, hyper antics.
I love kids. They are joyful children of God. As a parent, you should show God how grateful you are, for your 
precious gift from God, by being a responsible, loving, and respectable parent. If parenting is done well, we can all enjoy the joy a child brings to this world (not the shrilling screams of an evil spawn). Also, I do not advocate giving children food laden with sugar.
Great post!