Children LOVE me! I wish it was a mutual relationship.

I think it was at age 19 when I realized that I don’t want children of my own. I really don’t. At times I wonder if I ever had kids, would they end up looking at me? That’s the only reason I would EVER want one. Other times, well, I just can’t stand being around them. I think they are only cute because they are children. However, they do have an evil cute addicting smile and giggle, but I learned to not be weak in their presence. They are cute for 5 minute, and the other 23 hours and 55 minutes they are annoying as hell!

Why do I think this way? I think it has to do with my sister being so much younger than me. 14.5 years younger than me. I call her my replacement. I keep telling my mom that she got a second chance to raise a well behaved perfect child that she can control. I turned out really bad according to my mother. She keeps saying this to me, “you are hopeless!” What she really meant, “you are 27 years old.. SETTLE down and find a husband!” (That’s what my dad said right after she said that, because my dad is not only blunt, he is a MIND READER! Like I didn’t really understand what she meant the first time.) :bored:

Well, my sister is no angel. She is not even perfect or exactly what my mom wanted. She has to scream at her 10 times within a 2 minute interval to just clean her room. My sister says, “why do I have to clean it? I don’t want to!” Then my mom would say, “all you care about is expensive brand name clothes.. where will you put all these clothes if your room is garbage!”

Oh the smile on my face when my mom fights my sister. It’s like the chirping sound of a nightingale in my ears. Perfect child? A well behaved better child as my mom wanted, NOP! She did it wrong the first time (as she thinks), and the second time is a LOT worse! I didn’t start talking back to my mom till I was about 20. I think that’s when my head got larger than life and thought to my self one day, “I HAD ENOUGH!” Too bad my sister’s generation is 10 years ahead cause it is quite FUNNY to me, her behavior and big mouth that is.

My sister was cute. She was adorable. She was so behaved when she was little that I would carry her with a smile!

Then, there came another girl. My cutest most adorable niece. I even say how adorable she is in front of my sister and the first thing she asks me, “wasn’t I cute when I was a baby too?” In the back of my head I think, “yes.. she was CUTE and sweet and quiet child.” However, I just tell my sister, “nah.. this one is WAY cuter!” It does the trick of pissing her off and then she whines and complains that I don’t like her. Kids.

Well, cuteness is just a masque in children. Cute is just the way a person looks. People think I am cute. No? I think I am cute but doesn’t mean I am AWESOME or PERFECT or ADORABLE or SWEET. No. It’s just a masque. It really is. I thought I had enough of my sister’s childish behavior and craziness. I really thought it was over. NO! NO! NO! My niece is 100 times worse. She is the most hyperactive child I ever seen. I had to baby sit her yesterday for 2 hours, and those 2 hours were a work out! She is a bit over 9 months old now, she crawl, she screams, and scratches. Just like a cat. I call her my kitten. CAUSE SHE IS ONE! When she sees me, she laughs really loud and screams, then she crawls really fast towards me, and then wants to stand up and climb to reach my face. My face. Oh my face. Those nails. Dear GOD why do her nails grow faster than mine ever did!? Revenge I tell. REVENGE of her looking like me. A lot of people think she is my daughter because the resemblance is uncanny! She looks more like me than my sister ever did.

Not only that, my niece talks back. I say, “Bah!”, she replies back with a smirk on her face and says, “BAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” One times she screamed it in my ear and I fell on the ground from the loud ringing in my ear. The child is mad I tell you, MAD with anger and rage and LOUDNESS!

The more I stay away from those rug rats, the more they keep crawling back. It’s like I am a lovable disease! They love to scream at me. They love to scratch me. They love to talk back. Why would any sane person want children?

Anyways, who cares about them. Looking back at the way I was, I think to my self that I was adorable, behaved and my mom should REGRET ever saying, “I turned out bad!” WHATEVER..

Blah Blah, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!