There is a rift in the way people parent. If the kid isn't being forced to wear a helmet while eating broccoli, then he's got the fat kid from next door hog tied over a spit in the backyard.
Obviously, I think this mother showed poor judgement but that isn't what I am pissed about. I am ticked that I couldn't belly laugh at the asian man's virtually non-existent penis, couldn't guffaw at baby masturbation, and more than anything I upset that I couldn't fondle my husband's crotch!
Hey, Mother of the Year, next time leave the tweener home for some creative alone time!
