This Apple Doesn’t Foul Far From The Tree

(I work in a community college library. I am passing through the kid’s room, where students often leave their children while they study, when I witness a small boy push a girl down over a toy.)

Little Boy: *to the little girl* “F****** c***!”

(Shocked and offended by his foul language, I march straight into the room, snatch him up by the arm, and physically drag him, bawling and squalling into the main library, where his mother is talking on her cell phone.)

Me: “I’m going to tell your mom EXACTLY what you said to that little girl—”

Mom: *into her phone* “Hold on…” *to me* “Hey! HEY! What the f*** are you doing to my boy!? F****** b****!”