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LITTLE SHITS: THE CHILDREN OF LOS ANGELES

08.28

I could write books on the shit that I have seen but here are just a few highlights:

Over the denial of a second scoop of ice cream I have had a 3 year old yell “You have to give it to me, you work for me!”. I slapped the shit out of him. Okay, I didn’t. But I really really wanted to. I have had a 4 year old throw a two hour tantrum, akin to an epileptic seizure, because she wanted a different kind of goggles to wear swimming. She was not happy with the five pairs at her disposal. Swimming by the way, in her private pool directly next to the tennis courts. This particular little bitch also made up a song while perusing through her 20 or so bikinis(!!) about how rich she was. “I’m rich. I’m rich. Soooo rich! Richer than you. Richer than you. I am so rich”.

The sad thing is that it’s true. I have watched mothers freak out in awe over the fact that the kid I was babysitting used the foreign words of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. I have witnessed another 3 year old refuse to get in the pool at a group swimming lesson by screaming at a handful of adults. And instead of getting thrown in the pool as any normal parent would do (right?), her mother rushed to her aid citing her therapists’ views on never making little Sally do anything she didn’t feel safe doing.