So today is St. Patrick's day and of course I have donned on a bit of green to prevent jerks from pinching me. My co-worker told me that at his kid's school they are no longer allowed to pinch each other. Instead, they have to HUG a person if they're not wearing green.
I'm very annoyed when people are super overprotective of their kids. I understand there are sickos out there, but this isn't about letting kids have sleepovers at Michael Jackson's house. This is about letting kids be kids
I made it to adult-hood with scraped knees, bloody noses, and dislocated shoulders. I have a story behind every one of my scars. I EARNED my birthdays. If we are living life to the fullest, our birthday cards should read, "Congratufuckinlations, you're still alive!"
Hell, if I'm going to talk about earning birthdays, let me tell you about my cousin who got run over by a fucking CAR when he was like 3 and over Christmas he says to me, "Hey Nue-na, I'm turning 21 this year! I can drink now!" ("haha like you haven't drank yet you little liar")
If I ever become a parent, I'm going let my punks run around all they want. If they fall off the slide, they fall off the slide. I promise not to sue the park. Instead I will kiss their boo boo and suggest that maybe next time they should go down forwards instead of backwards. (remember doing that?) Bumps and bruises are a part of life and there's no point it trying to protect kids from that sort of thing. Even now, I have a nasty bruise on my shin because I kept running into the same damned corner of my coffee table. After about the third time that happened, I moved it. See, bruises are invaluable teachers (with some of us learning more slowly than others).
I know, it's easy to say these things because I don't have any kids. And I know, when I'm a parent my heart will probably stop in my throat if they even so much as trip on the carpet. But one of the cool things about being a single, childless, 25 year old is being able to talk like you know everything.