On the flip side; I present pictures of this little angel as evidence that children are marvelous. I love my niece Elizabeth and miss her so much. I've decided that the next time I see a horrendous child throwing a fit in public, I'll just stare at these pictures for a while and my ovaries will stop cringing and all will be right with the world again.
I didn't know the little red-haired demon girl in the frozen food section. It was easy for me to look at her and think, "Whoa, that's scary." But the fact remains that if it had been my daughter, I'd still think she was the best thing that ever happened to planet earth. What's more, I'd stand over her and dare any childless onlooker in a suit to say anything. Granted, after I stared the onlookers down, I would have yanked her out of the store and had a 'come to Jesus meeting' in the car, but that's another topic altogether.
Thanks ladies for your varied opinions. Last night, as I was reading through everyone's thoughts, I couldn't help but think, "This blogging thing is better than therapy." Edie wrote a really inspiring post about this very thing, about the net of support blogging offers to all of us. All I can say is thank goodness.