  Yes, it is true. Those who know me, know that I am no big fan of small children. I am the grinch of small children. I profess a strong, visceral dislike for small kids. Perhaps it's just that I know what they grow into: teenagers.
I really have nothing against small kids. I loved mine when he was small (note past tense). He had cute little blonde curls, was a happy baby and we went and did all sorts of things together and had many adventures. Unfortunately, he has now left the Happy-Baby-Pooping-In-Drawers stage and has moved on to the Sullen-Teen-Wearing-Drawers-Which-Appear-To-Have-Been-Pooped-In stage. His father has offered him a urlLink car . Please insert your own mental picture of my hair standing straight up and my eyes bugging out. I'd rather he got him urlLink this , or maybe one of urlLink these but something tells me that the Fiero might be a little more in keeping with his pimpin' image.
Needless to say, I am quite a bit worried. I might have to contact my congressperson. Who said it was acceptable to give a drivers' license to a person who is simply mentally incapable of operating a clothes hanger with any sort of dexterity? This is serious valium time, folks. I am missing the poopy diapers more and more every day. 
