I'm not sure I am entirely qualified to use to term 'asshat' but it seemed appropriate. Yes, I know, most people don't refer to 5-year-olds as asshats, but these particular 5-year-olds truly were.
I volunteered this week to help out with my 5-year-old daughter's field trip to giant sporting goods store (and no, my 5-year-old isn't included in the asshat group) like I often did last year. I admit, I like being called "teacher" and feeling important. Plus, I adored the kids in her class last year. This year, however, there was a batch of asshats, as you may have guessed.
A gang og 4 or 5 of them standing on tables then jumping off, screaming at the top of their lungs, banging their glasses, and one called me a dummy. Me! I'm no dummy. Well, I might be, but I will not be told I am by a 5-year-old.
I very politely told one young man to give a little girl back her spoon and he looked at me and licked both of the spoons very thoroughly before throwing one of them at her.
I'm told we are not allowed to 'throttle' the children so I refrained. They were like mini highschool assholes (yes, they change from hats to holes in about the 11th year) condensed into a 50-lb body. I swear one of them had a little mustache.
Asshats.
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