Memorial Day Saturday, my beer club president had a brew-fest at his house. He starts at 9 am but I was late for a variety of reason. I did manage to arrive @ noon with equipment to make a dry mead. (If I had arrived at 9 I would have had 3 child-free hours.)
I knew the day was going to be less enjoyable when one of the members showed up with the @#$%@#$ spawn pen.
Actually, the infant was ok. It wasn't crawling and fussed very little. At the enjoyable stage.
However, she had a 2 year old which had absolutlely NO business being there. There were at least 3 - 4 pots with boiling wort, water and naturally, the bugger couldn't stay away.
Also, the president had a young retriever which developed some sort of fixation on the 2 year old. The day was constantly yelling at either the poor dog (just wanted to play and still did the mouthing kind of thing) or the stinking brat. I was able to tolerate and occasionally be amused by this kid, but for the most part I just wished he was gone.
To top this all off, the grandmoo called at least 3 times (from the moms reaction I gather grandmoo is a pain in the ass, or also thought the kids shouldn't have been there) whining about wanting to see the grandsprog. Good grief, talk about object lesson about avoiding the land-mine of breeding, a baby-rabid grandmoo (who should be told where to go at the very least), and dragging a brat where it really could get hurt, no matter how well it is watched.
Lord, I hope she doesnt' EVER bring this kid back. If grandmoo was so rabid about seeing them, that would have been a good place and would have made the day that much more enjoyable for all of us, not only moo and duh.
Faaeeehh