Rant: raising the bar kids
Mark Peters
It used to be our weekly treat, the simple Sunday brunch. Meet a few friends, peruse the paper over a ridiculously named coffee, polish off an eggs Benedict and, a couple of bloody Marys later, we were into a lazy afternoon drinking sesh. But that's all changed because, now, there're little people everywhere, filling the place with snot and screams and half-eaten crayons.
Bars are adults' playgrounds after all, and when I see you peek over and ignore your adorable little irritant because you're ever so glad to grab a few golden moments when you don't have to actually BE a parent, then that's when I'll take on the responsibility to educate your kid in barroom manners. Unfortunately, though, I only know big-boy language, so you may want to neck that shiraz and come save your loved one; I may not be the temporary babysitter you lazily hoped I'd be.