I'm in the local trader joes, fussing over what eggplant to pick. i thought i was calm- granted there were bugs crawling uder my skin from the sudden lack of nicotine after 12 years but here comes this small family of parvenues, pushing their baby princess in the grocery cart. now i am a mother, i love children but there was something just so absurdly important about this kid, perhaps the mere wealth it wore from head to toe and the way the haughty wrist of the mother flickered out there before her as she so rightfully plucked the food from the shelves. something in me snapped and in one elegant breath i did the unspeakable. while the mother had her pretty head turned ever so slightly, i leaned down and pushed the word KILL from my mouth and it slithered down and into that little brats ear and it came out her mouth transformed into the most horrified scream that gathered force until it filled the entire aisle. quick as a bunny, i fled around the corner to the sausage section and choked down laughter as the mortified parents crushed her to their bosoms, cajoling, pleading, smoothing and kissing the bothered brow, trying to hush the terrified screams... but alas,..... somethings cannot be mended.