Parenting Fail

Took the kid to Habitot for the morning, in the hopes of creating enough of a diversion to prevent a recurrence of the defeat I suffered yesterday at the hands of a suddenly defiant and loophole-finding toddler, who has figured out, for example, that if he claims he needs to potty and can manage to squeeze out just one drop of pee, he technically is due a chocolate-covered blueberry reward; also, that if he says he is thirsty (what mother would deny her child water or milk, after all?), he will probably acquire a vessel of liquid that can be poured or spit out onto a computer.

What actually happened is that Habitot was so overrun with children and their annoying parents or mean-looking Tibetan nannies (must be some sort of tribal vibe I'm picking up on? because those ladies are tough and scary, especially when there's a clan of them that you see everywhere around town, ruling the playgrounds, &c.)---it being spring break week---that I had a panic attack and had to leave.

Fuck.