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Today was Bitchy Mom day at the park.

Like the chick who got all snippy when my friend's son touched her son's discarded plastic truck. (Hello? They're TODDLERS. And she didn't seem to mind it when her son was playing with our buckets and shovels.)

"I just don't want him to break it," she said, in a grating nasal tone, as she snatched the seemingly indestructible plastic Tonka truck back.

Right. Because clearly my friend's son has superhuman baby bionic strength.

Or the other mom -- friend of the first, natch -- whose daughter knocked Sam over when he walked in front of her swing. It wasn't the little girl's fault, but Jesus H., you'd think the mom would have at least asked if he was okay, considering her child left tread marks on Sam's cheek. Instead the mother just gave me a cold look, clearly put out that my son's head had gotten in the way.

I considered handing out sugar packets to their kids (see if they'll nap now, ha HA), but instead decided to gracefully rise above it. Inner poise, as Bridget Jones would say.

Posted 24 March 2006 at 12:36 PM