bite me.

This afternoon I was at Macy's when I heard a mom screaming at her children to stop fighting. Apparently the small girl child bit the small boy child she was sharing a stroller with. The nice cashier lady had a horrified look on her face but was kind and asked, "Are they twins? They look the same age! They're so cute!" They weren't cute. They were both crying and their faces were soaked with snot and tears. Not cute at all. The mom replied, "They are two weeks apart. We adopted them from Guatamala. LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU CANNOT BITE YOUR BROTHER! OH MY GOD!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!" I ran away because I couldn't stand the way she was screaming at the kids who looked like they couldn't have been more than 2-years-old. A few minutes later she walked by me still yelling at the small girl child. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE WAY YOU ARE ACTING. BITING YOUR BROTHER. MY GOD. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?? WE'RE GOING HOME AND YOU'RE GOING IN TIME OUT. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I'm pretty sure by that point the small girl child was trying to figure out how she could bite and permanently scar the mean woman that calls herself "mom" before running away. At least that's what I was doing.