Tag Archives: Children

One point I’ve established again and again here is that I’m not, shall we say, “skilled” with children. I’ve never had a younger brother, nor have I got a child. The result is the expectation that everyone I interact with will be of a maturity greater than or equal to my own. This isn’t hard, since I still gleefully fart in public. That said, there are still those with enough disregard for their own children to subject them to me. Those situations seldom end well, but I’ve recently learned of an upside to such events.