I am trying to not get myself banned; didn't use the other "P" word up there
Things that really irk the hell outta me anymore, that just seem to be the result of little Johnny not being treated fairly, so some random Mom stepped in and said "Hey, I need to figure out a way to make this fair" and make everyone else suffer for it!! Thus began the Pansification of our children and America, as seen by one, me, Michelle aka VaBusa, Mom extraordinaire of two kids that don't get to be raised this way
1) NO gift bags for other kids at my kids' birthday parties! Who invented this? I figure it was started when some bored housewife had to concoct some way to attract other kids to her kid's party. "Hey, I know, I'll bribe them and take away from the simple fact that this is supposed to be a party to celebrate one kid's special day! Now, everyone feels special!" Yay!!
2) Local schools banned dodge ball and the like? I was one of the few moms with a sense of humor that giggled my butt off when I heard our local YMCA youth leader had made up a game for the kids called Jihad. Oh sure, I'm certain others were upset and some Mom's may have had mild heart attacks and wrote letters about a word they likely didn't even know how to say, but in a time when your children can no longer play tag or even hug in kindergarten, you've gotta smile when a 6 year old comes home describing how the Jihad game went today
3) When my kids get busted smoking cigs or drinking, I plan on rushing right out to buy them every flavor of both items and encouraging them to drink 'til the midnight hour, baby...in the a.m., we'll all get up and fix eggs and bacon and have a wonderful breakfast and talk about things like "How much I puked when I did that" as we butter some bread. Oh, wait, your kids won't do that? Baa!! I count on it!! I'll be disapointed if I don't get to share these special moments with my children...
4) "Suck it up Buttercup" is heard often in my home...mostly said to Sam when he falls and gets a boo boo...nope, not one of those Mom's that coddles and rushes to the aid of a kid that's just fallen. I grew up with a Grandfather that loved me so much, and would whip out his pocketknife to dig out splinters to save a trip to the doc. Got a boo boo, pour some of that orange stuff on it!! Might need stitches? Bandaids work for a while unless it keeps breaking open...that's how the coolest of scars are made anyway, and I tell my boys "Chicks dig scars" often, so I want the world to know I am doing my part to un-pansify one tiny section of the USA...
What are you doing?
No eating live chickens allowed guys...just sayin'