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A short one today:

During a quick outing to Sam's Club, I happened to walk past a woman yelling at her child. This happens a lot in my life, but one thing she said irked me.

"I didn't raise you to be a pain in the ass."

I hate it when parents say that. Yes, you did.

You may not know it, but you did. Are your kids under 15? You're wholly responsible for what a pain in the ass they are. You're in denial.

Two steps:
1) Whup his ass. Sure, you go to jail for that sort of thing these days, but we need to bring this limited form of corporal punishment back. Our kids NEED it.

2) Put the fear of YOU in them. I turned out pretty good, and I did my fair share of stupid shit, but when it came down to it, I was more afraid of disappointing my father than I was being called a chicken.

Another piece of advice: If your kids are incapable of behaving themselves when they're out and about, leave them at home. Find someone to watch them. Your husband didn't want to be there, I can tell by the look on his face. The threat of getting another "I didn't raise you to be a..." lecture isn't kidding anyone.

Especially not your offspring.