Before I tell you about the kids I chewed out, I want to start from the beginning.
On my trip back to my hometown, I stopped by Old School Pizzeria with my friends Brittany, Sandra, and S's twins (a.k.a. my boo thangs).
It's kind of an Olympia staple. The pizza is good and the mural is pretty rad - even if I look aca-awkward.
Okay, I lied. My weirdness doesn't go away.
How can you not have fun in a place that has rad vintage poster covered walls and graffiti bathrooms?!
See what I mean?
We said goodbye to Aunt Brittany and headed into the Children's Museum. Bee Tee Dubs, she happens to be the one who married me and my sexy man candy.
Everything started off great...at first. The museum was packed full of fun stuff and the kids were playing their little hearts out. That is until these tweenage brats decided to be the most obnoxious kids on the planet. They were roughhousing, throwing toys, and pretend fighting each other. Whatever, they weren't my kids and I wasn't going to say anything.
That was until they were chasing each other and pushed my coconut down on the floor. Mama Bear's claws came out right then and there. I yelled at the kids to stop and they turned to look at me.
I shouted, "You brats just knocked my 3 year old down. You need to say sorry. What are you..like twelve?! Why are you at a Children's Museum. Go get a life, and stay away from my son!"
Where the hell were these kids parents?! I'm sorry, but no one touches my baby. No one. I continued to see them around the museum but every time they saw me they ran away.
Damn straight. They were lucky I didn't push them down.
Do you ever wish you were a kid again just so you could play with the toys? And not pay bills. Or get picked up when you're tired. Or have someone else do the laundry...