When you declare your interest in visiting my best friend in order to inspect her new baby, you will NOT:
- Fail to confirm the exact time of the visit in advance. Calling her on a Saturday morning when you're 5 minutes from her home is not enough.
- Allow your seven-year-old and four-year-old to clamber all over her new sofa and furniture. Contrary to whatever you seen to have been telling them, other people's homes are not a public playground.
- Allow the aforementioned
monsterschildren to (mis)handle tetrapak drinks, resulting in the spillage of sweet, sticky liquids on the new furniture. And if you do, the least you can do is make yourself useful in helping to clean up the mess, not leave it to the friends whose home you've just despoiled. - Present clothes and other baby items that are clearly faded/used/worn and pretend that you "just bought" them as a gift. Stuffed toys that have had the stuffing whacked out of them, not to mention their unmistakable resemblance to fertile germ incubators, should be burned --- not given to the parents of a newborn.
- Allow your uncontrollable children anywhere near the new baby. Having your four-year-old leap at the baby's head cannot be accepted as a sign of affection,
- Comment pointedly that the apartment is not very child-safe. For one thing, the newborn is too young and immobile to do any apartment-exploring. For another, it's your own selfish brats who are clearly not safe to be let out anywhere that isn't their own wasteland of a room.
Love,
Tym
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9 Comments:
Yeesh.
gah. horrible parents! monstrous kids are bad enough, as it is.
did you unleash any sweet sarcasm to their faces?
like the kids at brewerkz yesterday, who were running all over the place, each time between my chair and one of theirs. the parents are completely oblivious to how fck'g annoying they were, and took offence when i reacted adversely to them.
have some control over your fck'g kids or else use some fck'g protection!!!
word verification: osigh
i used to say 'i like kids, as long as they're not mine', but perhaps now that must change as well to
' i like kids as long as they aren't mine and they only sit (sit only! no climbing, jumping, crawling) on my future new suede sofa and drink sticky drinks in my house and take off their shoes and/or play quietly in the corner (and by play i mean reading) [amongst other house-rules for kids and their parents that i will think up slowly but surely]'.
i am that auntie from hell.
this comment is totally irrelevant to the post above.
remember that conical pastry thing which you were wondering about? i spotted something in the sunday papers (Lifestyle) about bakers and their unique creations.
check out http://www.thepatissier.com/webtop/Browse/birthday_kids.phtml
think it's "croquem-bouche (French cake of choux buns heaped into a conical tower)" [taken from article in Lifestyle]
(it really bugged me. i had to find out what it was after realizing it may not be macaroons.)
[ermm. yar.. the above was posted by me.]
~ming
Wah lau. Now you know why I have to bring a children's book whenever I go house visiting with Shea.
I will offer to clean up after her! I promise!
Disclaimer: It wasn't me that TYM is talking about! I promise!
limegreenspyda > Alas, I was not present at this abominable visit to defend my best friend. I will be, though, the next time the wellbeing of her home and child are threatened.
ming > Thank you! Yes, if the cake you're talking about is the second from left in the webpage you indicated, then yes that is it. Your tenacity is amazing :) PS: This has nothing to do with your tenacity, but email me at toomanythoughts at gmail dot com and let's do lunch or something some time.
Abigael > No lah, surely is not Shea. She's really well-behaved in comparison to these monsters!
The powder. You forgot the powder.
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