Now I do like kids and I do love some kids but when I say ‘some’ I mean those in my family and those of the people I know and love. I’m sorry to give people with children the bad news but hell no, I don’t love your kids the way you do, I don’t even like them. I was standing in line at Dick’s Hamburger Stand up by my home over the weekend. I know it’s a horrible name but they do have some tasty burgers. As I stood in line a couple came up with two kids, one about 7 or 8 and another smaller one about 4 or so. The 4 year old was the most annoying kid, she stepped on my foot twice and she kicked me in the back of the leg. And although I don’t want to turn into the crazy black lady, I just tried to ignore it. She’s a kid, they’re rambunctious and as much as the mom and dad tried to get ahold of her, she was paying them absolutely no attention. They were calling her back to stand by them, tell her to come stop annoying the lady and I know children are antsy. But really, I tell you the truth, I hate other people’s kids. I hate rude kids, I hate them crying kids, bratty ass ones that won’t shut up, I hate them. I’m sorry, I don’t have to like your child and just because you think that awful behavior is cute and you’re smiling at me saying “I’m sorry, she/he is a handful sometimes’ doesn’t mean I’m somehow required to be okay with it. I’m thinking I want kick them and you in the damn head. I don’t have children, one of the reasons I don’t want them is because I see other people with their kids. I avoid places with lots of kids and families unless I have to go because of something regarding a child in my own family. So yes, I don’t show up to child-themed restaurants and venues, you want to know why because I don’t think your child should have to be exposed to me drinking and cursing. But this also means when I’m an adult restaurant, I don’t think I should have to be exposed to your bratty kid screaming, crying, throwing crap, and running all over the restaurant so on my way to restroom I almost trip over them and break my neck, so leave them at home. I am not anti-child I am anti-unruly child, I am anti-bratty child, I am anti-rude child. You know as a child I remember having to be on my best behavior when I went out in public. I was still, quiet, and polite, whatever happened to that. These ‘entitled’ spoiled children people are raising are getting on my damn nerves. I hate to ruffle feathers but I am not amused when Little Johnny spills half his Coke on my new leather boots. Listen, I’m okay with other people maybe hating the kids in my family some of them can be a little annoying too but when I’m with them, I don’t allow them to run wild. I know what it is to hate other people’s children so I keep a rein on them, so I don’t get the mean-mug from stranger. So next time you see me with your bratty child please let’s just steer clear of one another because pretty soon I know I’m going to go straight ‘crazy black lady’ on someone and their kid.