What is Wrong With Children?

I go to the swings a lot.

I know, I know, that’s not really mature.

But hey, swings are swings.

Anyways.

I was at the park a few days ago when 3 kids arrived.

Maybe five our six-year-old kids.

They had little Nerf guns and were pretending to have a battle.  It was kind of cute.  Until…

One of them fell over, and started cussing up a storm.  The other pretended to shoot him in the head, and made disgusting sound effects to enhance the effect.  They then started arguing about how heads explode in Modern Warfare 2.

It can’t get any worse, you say?  You are so wrong.  It can.

One of the kids walks over to a stroller, grabs the baby by the head, and throws him six or seven feet onto solid concrete.  He then walks away like nothing happened.

I sat, horrified, on the swing.

When they left, I ran over to check on the poor baby.

It was a doll.

Phew.

I ask you to contribute to your community and wright a pledge in the comments that you will never, ever, throw a baby doll by the head incase some one is watching and they think its a real baby.

And with that emotional run on sentence, I leave you for today.

Bye Bye.