Observations at a Playground

Now that the weather is improving (at least it was) I am able to bring my 3 year old back to the toddler equivalent of happy hour....the playground.  Not just any playground...a Staten Island playground.  And you know what that means...orange skin, gold chains (on necks and wrists), wife beater t-shirts, abundance of gel and hairspray in hair, construction boots, glittered shirts, pants, hats and shoes.   I am talking about the toddlers.  If the 3/4 year olds look this way (close your eyes) and picture their moms.  Now read by blog post from 3 days ago titled, The Fashion of a Mother (or lack thereof).  Need I say more.

(On a side note, as I write this, I am watching Dancing With the Stars and ummm yeah Wendy Williams just started dancing...I'll be back...(10 seconds later)...that is a train wreck even I can't watch.)

Okay, back to the playground.  I will not be writing about the behavior of the toddlers (just think of the kids you see on Super Nanny...before the Nanny arrives).  Instead, let's focus on the moms.  The following are the exact words I heard come out of their mouths:

• "I have to leave because my daughter is being retarded."
• "I let her eat chocolate and cookies a few times a day.  If you don't, when they are teenagers, they will binge eat and become bulimic."
• "He only bites kids he doesn't like."
• "What's the point of him brushing his teeth now, they are just falling out in a few years anyway."

 My daughter may love the playground because of the slides and monkey bars.  I love it because after I leave, I feel like the best mom in the the world (well at least Staten Island).