If your child is still in what I call the Baby Goat Phase and he’s still chewing on any and everything then he has no business at the train table in Barnes and Noble. Buy your own Thomas trains and let him chew the lead paint off of those. I don’t want my child who is no longer a baby goat to have to touch and play with toys that are now contaminated with your son’s spittle.
My neighbor has more kids than she knows what to do with. Literally. Nine and, unless I’m mistaken, counting. If she wants to repopulate the planet that’s her business, but I’m tired of her children destroying everything in their path, including my flowers. They leave their toys everywhere, including in my driveway, where they insist on playing despite my asking them not to and talking to both her and her husband about keeping them off my property. I’m about ready to bust a gasket if something isn’t done about those obnoxious kids!
