This will be my second post about pet peeves in my last four or so–does that mean I’m in some kind of cynical funk right now? I’ll justify it by the fact that I don’t think I had any until these two.
Yesterday, coming out of Costco, I passed a large SUV with a bumper sticker plastered on the back. It read, “Proud Parent of a Blah Blah Blah School Honor Student.” Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad their kid is doing well in school, I don’t want to see anyone fail, but I don’t need them to broadcast their child’s successes on their gas guzzler. I assume the only real purposes this serves are the parents being able to brag about their children and the children being embarassed by the parents. So really the sticker is for the parents, not the kid. If I were to have a bumper sticker on my car for our kids (but really for me) here’s my top 5.
5. My 2-year-old daughter could take your 5-year-old.
4. Proud parent of two humans.
3. My 3-year-old knows all his letter sounds, eat it.
2. My kids challenge yours to a decathalon.
1. I love being a dad.