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jerry seinfeld on kid’s birthday parties:

this clip made me think of a book i love: i hate other people’s kids.

now, please don’t take this the wrong way, it’s meant to be funny and i’m damn happy to be posting something funny! because, truly, i love kids, even though i do not have children nor plan to…and just last year found out i have Adenomyosis and possibly Endometriosis…and with my mental illness and all..so, anyway…really, I LOVE kids…however, this book sums up my feelings on certain occasions.

Sure, children are the greatest gift of all — but that doesn’t mean you want to be seated next to one on an airplane.

From the dawn of time, other people’s kids have found ways to spoil things for the rest of us. Movie theaters, parks, restaurants — every venue that should be a place of refuge and relaxation has instead become a freewheeling playground complete with shrieks, wails, and ill-timed excretions.

Now, I Hate Other People’s Kids delivers a complete handbook for navigating a world filled with tiny terrors — and their parents. It boldly explores how children’s less- endearing traits have disrupted life throughout history (“And they say Jesus loved the little children, all the children of the world, but he never had to dine with one. He chose the lepers”) and classifies important subspecies of tyke, from “Little Monsters” (Dennis the Menace, Bamm-Bamm Rubble) to the “So Good It Hurts” variety (Dakota Fanning, Ricky Schroeder in The Champ). Dotted with illuminating sidebars such as “Parents Think It’s Cute, but It Isn’t” and featuring tips on ingeniously turning the tables without seeming childish yourself, I Hate Other People’s Kids is clever, unforgiving, and sidesplittingly funny.