You know...THAT kid.

I haven't ever been much of a playground goer with the hooligans. Not that we don't like playgrounds, we just usually do the "go out in the yard and play" thing. But lately, with so many cool playground nearby, we've kind of been getting into it.

I am not a social butterfly by any means, and usually I tend to keep to myself unless I know people pretty well. Kids don't really give you that option. At the playground it always surprises me how fast my kids "make friends" and force you to talk to said friend's mom. (They did not get this trait from me, I take light-years to make friends, but I'm glad they're like this.)

And as glad as I am for their friendliness...it seems like there is always that ONE kid on the playground who is just downright obnoxious. You wish their mom would decide time's up. They whine, they're super bossy, they keep calling your kid Dillon and Martin when he repeatedly says his name is Merrick. (Okok I KNOW that's a hard name...but Martin? Come on.) You are thinking "wow my kids are pretty awesome compared to Gladys or whatever her name is", and then? You meet Gladys' mom.

And then it all makes sense. Oh, that's why Gladys is miss bossy britches, or that's why Gladys won't.stop.talking. I'm not saying everyone who likes to talk is annoying AT ALL...but you guys know the one. Today I met that mom. I just wanted to play with my kids but instead had to hear all about Gladys. For two hours. I feel like I gave birth to Gladys I know so much about her.

I'm sure she's a great kid, and I'm definitely sure (especially in my hormonal state) that I need more patience. But I was so glad when relief (in the form of someone else's mom who needed to hear all about Gladys) showed up. And by the time we left I totally recognized that glazed over look in her eye. ;)

The first shot is for Sweet Shot, last shot is for Communal Global.