This makes me a horrible person, but I can't stand my five-year-old niece. That being said, my 10-year-old nephew has always been a pleasure to be around, even during his hellion days. Hanging out with him doesn't stress me out. While he's messy, he isn't deliberately a slob, he doesn't eat crap and then ignore me when I tell him not to touch the furniture or not to drop chicken on the floor for the pets to get at. He's never demanding, he doesn't nose around and meddle in everything he can reach, he's not loud and obnoxious, and he sure doesn't try to get off as fucking cute while doing shit. You know what I mean. Kids who think they're so adorable, they lay on the coy sweetness too heavy to get attention or get away with stuff.
Kids. I don't mind the clumsy, well-meaning ones. It's the manipulative, older-than-their-age sort that I can't stomach. And it shows on me. I can't keep it in. It doesn't phase my niece, who seems to like me just fine, but it pisses off my sister - her mom - and it draws the attention of the family. It sometimes feels like I'm the only sane person in the room. So what if my tone turns sharp when the brat is wiping her hands all across the table after eating eggs with her fingers? I'm not cussing her, I'm not traumatizing her, I'm just telling her not to do it and to go wash her hands. So what if I tell her to hold onto the new plate I bought to stop it flop slipping off her bouncing lap? I'm not "waiting for her to screw up", I KNOW she's going to screw up, I'm just trying to control the damage. That should her mom's job, but she doesn't even notice it.
Fucking kids.
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