Anonymous wrote:I won’t be friends with moms who don’t use babysitters. The ones who only use family. It’s not the babysitting thing per se - but it’s akways so indicative of the kind of mom I can’t stand.
I’m curious about the mom who hates the wine in sippy cup jokes. I don’t make those jokes and I definitely don’t wear a Rose All Day t-shirt (!!) but why does that bother you?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If you say #boymom or #girlmom, attribute personality traits to gender or sexualize preschoolers by calling my son a ladykiller or a catch, ewwww gross. No we are not friends.
If you dress your kid in Cleveland Indians or Redskins gear (super common at our preschool) then I assume you are either racist or clueless and I don’t want to know you.
I drink. I don’t care if you drink. But if you make “mommy needs wine” jokes or talk about putting wine in sippy cups or have shirts with alcohol jokes like “Rose all day”, we’re probably not going to be friends.
My kids don’t have allergies, but if you roll your eyes about safety precautions for kids with allergies in our kids’ classroom and act all put out that someone else wants you make a few small changes to keep their kid safe, then I assume you are a selfish bitch who probably texts when you drive and doesn’t give a shit about anyone else’s kid but her own.
So are people just not allowed to root for those teams? Is no Redskins paraphernalia acceptable to you? You must be loads of fun.
I'm not the PP, but yes, that's right. They need to ditch their "mascots" and I AM tons of fun, TYSM! I don't hate those people, but no, I don't like it, and it puts at least a bit of distance between me and them.
I find it ridiculous that you put "distance" between yourself and people who have grown up rooting for a particular sports team, but then again you're probably just doing us all a favor.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If you say #boymom or #girlmom, attribute personality traits to gender or sexualize preschoolers by calling my son a ladykiller or a catch, ewwww gross. No we are not friends.
If you dress your kid in Cleveland Indians or Redskins gear (super common at our preschool) then I assume you are either racist or clueless and I don’t want to know you.
I drink. I don’t care if you drink. But if you make “mommy needs wine” jokes or talk about putting wine in sippy cups or have shirts with alcohol jokes like “Rose all day”, we’re probably not going to be friends.
My kids don’t have allergies, but if you roll your eyes about safety precautions for kids with allergies in our kids’ classroom and act all put out that someone else wants you make a few small changes to keep their kid safe, then I assume you are a selfish bitch who probably texts when you drive and doesn’t give a shit about anyone else’s kid but her own.
100% agree with all of this!
I disagree that a kid who wears Redskins gear comes from a racist family.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
Pigs are intelligent.
Perhaps you are very human-centric and don't see beauty in other species.
Your loss, OP.
You cannot possibly be so dense as to call your baby a pig and think that is a compliment!!!
Anonymous wrote:I once knew a judge mom when our kids were in pre school. At lunchtime we were both in the class one day and she was prattling on about how she loves to judge the lunches the other moms pack. Being a fancy Potomac school, most of the packed lunches were fine, healthy, balanced and organic. Not sure what the heck she was judging. 5 years later I bump into her and her kid is now morbidly obese. She should have spent more time judging the amount of crap she was feeding her son rather than what other moms were packing.
Anonymous wrote:I can't stand when people refer to their children as "little b**ch" - for ACTING THE AGE THEY ARE....
I can imagine there's some Jerry Springer-level ish where you could get away with it and it would be fitting, but calling a 10 year old girl that because she's acting like a 10 year old girl is just beyond.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anyone who calls their father “papa” is a hard no for me.
Ouch! DH insisted that he be “Papa” instead of Dad/Daddy. I told him it was milenial yuppie but he insisted.
Anonymous wrote:I won’t be friends with moms who don’t use babysitters. The ones who only use family. It’s not the babysitting thing per se - but it’s akways so indicative of the kind of mom I can’t stand.
I’m curious about the mom who hates the wine in sippy cup jokes. I don’t make those jokes and I definitely don’t wear a Rose All Day t-shirt (!!) but why does that bother you?
Anonymous wrote:Anything that hints at being an anti-vaxxer.
Anonymous wrote:I love this thread! I'm a judgmental asshole when it comes to language other moms use. I cringe when I hear people refer to their kids as "littles". And I've never head anyone say their kid like "the boob" but that would be a show stopper for me as well. lol.
As for "piggy" or "pig", my daughter started calling US that as a joke when she was in kindergarten. She has a good sense of humor and she wasn't referring to weight. All the same we have corrected her. Somehow it's not cute when a preteen does that!
I call my daughter "little bug" which probably makes other people cringe, but I can't help it. We started when she was little and used to roll up in a ball very much like a small bug. It just stuck. Comes right out of my mouth without me even realizing it.
The "papa" or "poppa" to refer to father or grandfather - ew I hate it too. My nieces and nephews call my own dad "poppa" and I tell my kids "it's grandpa".
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anyone who calls their father “papa” is a hard no for me.
Ouch! DH insisted that he be “Papa” instead of Dad/Daddy. I told him it was milenial yuppie but he insisted.
Sorry, you married a wanna be loser. He probably also wears newsboy caps to cover his growing bald spot. Again, I’m sorry.
No, he has lots of hair and dresses well. The last thing he is is a loser. Honestly. He is young and very successful.
I do wish he would have gone with Daddy.