Have you ever met THAT kid… You know, the one you take an instant dislike to just from the ugly look on their mug and the defiant stance that carries them through life. The smile may be sweet as sugar but you see the bile welling up in their eyes. They are that devil on your kid’s shoulder. Today I met THAT kid. At our local mall there is this climbing thing… There is no name for it other than thing. They claim its for 3 yrs and up (adults can play too!) Bull shit. There are places a person over 4ft 6in could NOT fit. Of course these junctions are in the most vital area of the climber - the middle. So Mira shoots up to the top of that thing like a rocket launched into space. 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes and I’m getting impatient. I try hollering to catch her attention, whistling, singing… She looks at me and runs higher. I’m getting nervous and starting to breakout in a panicky sweat. 5 years ago I had to climb up after a boy I nannied - I got STUCK! My boobs just would not flatten enough for me to squeeze through. I am claustrophobic so during this incident I started hyperventalating, crying and generally spazzing. I hand Tessa off to my friend and jump into the contraption. I climb as high as I can without having to struggle. I start calling Mira when THAT kid says, “No Mira don’t climb down it’s a trick! Don’t listen to your mommy!” I could feel the blood rushing in my body as I stared this freckled face miniature jackass in the face. Mira approaches little Satan to hear what she has to say and I grab Mira by the seat of her pants, dragging her down the climber. Finally I am on solid ground and I have to fold kicking screaming Mira, origami style into the umbrella stroller. All the while freckle faced spawn of Satan is screaming “leave my friend alone! No no noooooooooo!” With Tessa balanced on my hip, I’m one handing the stroller and winging it around like a rollercoaster ride. I see the daemon go up and complain to her mother. I walk over and say “It’s wrong of you to tell someone to disobey their mother, I’m sure YOUR mother has taught you better” and throw a scathing glance towards Satan’s mom who at this point doesn’t know what to do… ahh yes THAT kid.