I thought it was a fine idea. A petting zoo of kids. That’s right….not for, of. This would be a venture that I would silently back. I’m done running my own business. I would support this idea of dropping your kids off at THEIR petting zoo because I need a fucking break from my kids and other kids sometimes.
Just drop the little ankle biters off when you’ve had enough and you need some extra drink money. Yeah, you get $$$ when you pick them up because other folks will pay major bucks to swing by and pet your kids. I suppose this is where Mr. Perversion hijacked my concept. Petting is a term of endearment you jackasses. I’m getting these strange looks from the people I confide in. Why do I continue to share my most prized revelations with them. They’re looking at me like I’m the pervert.
I have the most adorable looking kids. My little monsters are so god damned cute looking, people just want to pet them. I understand it is a partial statement, coming from me, the father but it also happens to be factual…….strangers walking by have told me many times. They are animals though and as damn cute as they may look they sometimes need to be caged or penned….whatever you want to term it.
So, it’s a great idea right ? I would pay money to pet my kids if they weren’t my kids or I might even pay money to pet your kids if they caught my attention. Kids can be so freaking cute sometimes. Mr. Perversion is not allowed in the petting zoo okay. This is strictly reserved for the adoration in a non-perverted way of handsome children. And yes, there is a screening process…..no fugly kids allowed…..they wouldn’t make you any money anyway as you would soon find out. I’ll think of something else to do with them later…..maybe they could pick up trash along a busy highway.
So, I’m getting these looks from these parents that I’ve shared this brilliant idea with and they just don’t get it. I’ve been entertaining their kids for the past 2 days and I’m a little burnt out. The intensity level of the fun I’ve introduced them to has tipped the scales of good and clean…..I’ve resorted to holding them upside down by the ankles and dunking their cute little toeheads in the icy galvanized beverage tub. And that was funny until one of the Moms pointed out that it wasn’t. At this point the little monsters are all crying because they have never had so much fun in their lives. It’s time for the petting zoo so I can go fucking ski or drink or both. And the only one who gets it is my 4 year old…..the part about drink money….because she goes through gallons of apple juice a day. I love that kid.
Get with the program parents. Either we drop the chirrens off at the petting zoo and make some cash at the end of the day or Uncle makes Rootbeer Floats all day long and we play hard, laugh, cry and learn how swear with dignity.