Instalment Fifty Five

I can’t agree more, I hate kids.

But you work with kids?

Yeah.

Young kids!

You’re damn right.

And you hate them?

Can’t stand ‘em.

So why do you do it?

You are looking at this all wrong. A nurse doesn’t like sick people, a Phsychologist doesn’t love crazy people, an exterminator doesn’t love bugs, an Oncologist doesn’t LOVE cancer.

Are you saying children are like cancer?

You are missing my point. Those people, they cure a problem. They are problem solvers. Like me.

What problem do you solve?

Children, I solve the problem of children.

You solve the problem?

Have you seen them? All wiggly and giggly. Thick as a post, crying, whinging, they don’t know if they are coming or going and they don’t even care. I hate them so much I have devoted my life to curing those little bastards.

And just how do you do that?

You give me a kid and I will sap all the wonder and joy from them, the spark from their eyes and the spring from their step. You give me a child and I will give you back an adult. I am a destroyer of children. I am a Teacher.