Count the Bad Mommies

Friday, January 25, 2008

So. Kids.

Where I'm staying in Cape Town, I am 100% convinced that the neighbouring people all had lights out at the same time roughly thirteen years ago and got down and dirty with eachother, as there are at least 15 fucking ankle biters that roam around and deem themselves fit to wrestle, scream & cry outside my bedroom window.

Last week I was tanning out on the lawn with a book in hand, when I look up into the tree above me and three little boys are grinning down like a bunch of bloody monkeys. As soon as they realised I'd seen them, they slunk off as if they were James Bond on the way to get a shaken, not stirred, martini with three olives.

Little assholes. Their moms all look at me like I am some hussy from Hillbrow zoning in on their kids too.

Oh, so thats right - they can gawk at me, but when I yell at them to go play on the train tracks, I'm the bad person?!


Sheena Gates said...


Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

bloody little ankle biter perverts!

Goblin said...

Eish, you hussy! ;)

CamiKaos said...

boys will be boys... and some mothers never seem to get that it spells TROUBLE.

or perv.

Bridget said...

Teach em that it is standard to administer certain sexual favors to females babe! That is the only way you will gain something out of the experience!

Heee hee hee

Sheena, you are a hussy!

angel said...


oh you bad bad joburg tart!!!

kidlets are sposed to be taught manners, but if damien's behaving like a demented delinquent then whoever he's disturbing is allowed to yell- so long as they don't swear or throw things...
then again... i bet not be in earshot when they do!