They should not be in my office, they should not be in my cube, they should not be running around making noise. They bother me. A lot. There is a reason I don't have them. If his mother didn't treat him like a leper, maybe he'd have some social skills, or maybe not. Everyone else seems amused, but I am not. I don't like kids.
Except my nephews. They are perfect and I love them.
Lest you think I am a truly terrible person, he has a big cut on his face and one on his nose because apparently one of his "friends" knocked him down and he got a "boo boo". I'm obviously not the only one who doesn't like this kid. Just sayin'...
UPDATE: He's even in the freakin' ladies room. Hey Kid, guess what? I'm glad you can count to 100, but ya know what? You skipped 89. So there. :p
1 comment:
at least he wasn't greasy!
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