Twofaced children

I could lie and say that I love small children.. but really, I usually feel a little uncomfortable around small children. Why? Because even though they usually have an inherent cuteness about them, they’re also highly unpredictable, especially when they’re tired, or otherwise annoyed.

Children can laugh and have fun the one minute, and do a complete 180 the next. They can seem like complete angels, capable of nothing else then sharing love, laughter and joy. They can hug you, dance with you, and help you do stuff. And everything can seem perfectly fine…just until they reach their limits.

Until for some reason, everything isn’t fine anymore. Until they feel the need to turn their smiles upside down, to wrinkle their foreheads and start screaming and crying. Until they decide that they don’t want to hold your hand anymore, and until they decide to not take another step. So you’re forced to drag their little bodies across a store with them crying and screaming and embarrassing the shit out of you…

So I don’t love all small children…and I sure as f*ck hope that my children won’t be that twofaced, hell I’ll make sure they won’t be. And if they turn out to be that way, I’ll just throw them out!