Parents? Please tell me why you suck so much?

I love your kids. They make me smile every day. When they are here at my work, I go to great lengths to keep them safe while not overstepping my bounds.

I have iced "bumps" that didn't require ice, but a time out from an intense skate. I have sat with them for afternoons when you have forgotten to pick them up. I have butterflied foreheads and chins that have been split from end to end.

Sometimes, they drive me nuts. When they are not where they're supposed to be and instead playing dangerously close to an active zamboni, please note that I chase them off for their own good (and for my piece of mind). When they are hanging off of a wobbly alluminum railing, I ask them in my "nice" tone to not do that because I don't want them to get hurt. I would much rather get yelled at by you for doing my job than getting screamed at by you when I don't and someone gets hurt.

And when you, at 40 years old, throws a temper tantrum because I won't let you play hockey in jeans and a sweatshirt and then go on to berrate me because I asked your daughter to not hang off of said alluminum rail, what are you telling your child? That's it's ok to treat people like dogshit when you don't get your way? Well, you didn't end up getting your way, the police were called, you were removed, and you still acted like an infant..... in front of your children.

Nice.

And to you, parent, who let's your child backtalk and insult our staff and run wild, do NOT leave it up to me to discipline your brat. And don't offer me a stick to beat him with either... it's not going to happen.

For whatever reason, you have traded parenting with game consoles, or have hit the other extreme and leave him in the care of others in the form of 100 hours a week in activities.