How dare this child look at me with such disgust. His insolence should be punished. He should be strung up, Attached to a horse And driven through the city in shame.
How dare this pubescent squirt be angry. He has no reason to be. I am simply doing what I am supposed to do.
How dare this post-Pampers maggot accuse me of not listening. After all, he is just a child. And I. I am the adult here.
Today, work was hard. I work with children on a regular basis, and I always find myself aging. Saying things that I never thought I would need to say ("Because I said so.")
Sometimes, it just makes me feel inadequate, but maybe that's how I'm supposed to feel.