Mommy's Little Shitlord Yesterday, I made the rare trip to the local Whale-Mart to buy some camping gear before my family and I leave for our vacation. My two young sons (ages 2 yrs and 5 yrs old) tagged along, as the youngest serves as my list holder while the older operates as lookout. Once inside the super sized super store, the oldest fetches an anti-bacterial wipe from the dispenser and requests that I wipe down the cart. He then takes his position as lookout and hops onto the front of the cart facing outwards so that he can warn me of upcoming grocery store traffic.  Eventually, my boy turns to me and loudly asks while pointing, "Mommy, what is THAT?" I look up while he is still pointing and shouting, and before me is one of the largest death fats I have seen IRL, although it was no different than your typical WalMart fat, complete with the too-tight tent shirt and scooty puff. Satan's Little Helper's next question only adds fuel to the impending grease fire... "Is that a man or a lady?" At this point, the obeast (among other shoppers) is aware of my inquisitive spawn. I reply, "I don't know, baby. Be quiet, let's get out of here." but then he says "Oh wait Mommy, I know what it is; it's a FAT!" That moment marked the proudest I have been of that child to date. I tried to stifle laughter while the observing customers waddled off, leaving the obeast to confront me in the sporting goods.  The deep voice and mustache indicated that the behemoth was formerly male, but the grotesquely large bitch tits left me uncertain. It accused me of raising my children without any manners. My response was simple, "If a child's observation offends you so much, that's your problem." I'm sure I could have thought of a response that would elicit more REEEing, but I sense that the damage was done.