Dumb-ass parents of the week

To the couple on the uptown D train Tuesday night, around 6:30 p.m., while I was on my way to Yankee Stadium:

NO WHISTLES

NO WHISTLES

Your baby boy was indeed very cute, and looked adorable resting in his stroller. And I understand that long train rides can be tough on children, as they tend to have very short attention spans. So bringing along a toy for the trip represented a wise parenting move.

But a fucking whistle? Really?

I mean, while you were at it, why didn’t you try to find a louder, more annoying toy? Was Toys R Us out of cowbells and cymbals? Perhaps a bullhorn would have been more fun?

That whistle annoyed the living shit out of every single person on that subway car, in case the dirty looks you were receiving from everyone didn’t already clue you in on that.

If I knew where you lived, I’d stand outside your window with a whistle sometime around 3:30 in the morning, morons. Think before you give your child a toy that he’s going to be playing with in a public place.

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3 comments on “Dumb-ass parents of the week

  1. Shelly says:

    Charlie bought Jonah a toy trumpet when we were in Florida over New Year’s. That trumpet did not make the car ride home.

    When we took Jonah on the Philly Duck Tour a few years ago, some people thought it would be okay to sit in front of us … until they realized what the ride would be like with Jonah’s access to a quacker. Purposely providing noise toys … huh.

  2. Deb says:

    Awesome.

    I once got one of my little cousins a “Pete, the Repeat Parrot” toy. It’s a parrot… that repeats everything a kid says.

    The parents weren’t too happy about it. LOL! But, anyway, Pete also falls under the category of “No-No Toys.”

  3. Deb says:

    More sarcasm, please!

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