My fat aunt complaining that the foster child agency won't let her neglect a kid. My aunt has always been a ham. She has spent her entire life complaining about being fat and being miserable because she's single ... because she's fat. I've been down the road of trying to teach basic healthy eating and all that. She works on her feet every day so that's 10 hours a day standing and still gains because she's obviously gorging in the evenings. Anyway, that's a futile endevour. We had lunch yesterday and she's going on about a child foster care thing she's in. She wants kids, but can't find a man (because fat) so this is her idea. Anyway, she's struggling to have kids given to her and is blaming the agency, but doesn't listen to herself do it. She wants a kid over, but refuses to make any sacrifices. She doesn't want to cut back working hours occasionally to cater for the kid or not go to her pastime on the weekends she's offered one. Standard ham refusal to be in any way flexible. No, an agency isn't going to give a neglected kid to some woman who is going to let it sit and watch the carer work or do whatever instead of caring.  Then, though, there is what happens when she gets a kid. Her own words were "let him do whatever he wants." That's a great start to parenting; no boundaries, no rules, no nothing. Time spent with the kid is spent making cupcakes and eating in general. She also has a plate of food out at all times that the kid can continually eat from. The whole exercise is food.  Several times, the agency has offered and then cancelled and I think it's because they know she's terrible and don't want to send a kid there. Good for them.  TL;DR: Hamplanet aunt wants a foster kid, but refuses to act like a prospective parent might. Instead, stuffs kid with junk because that's all fats know.