Do you remember my earlier whine about looming parent meetings for easy child's sport? Well, I'm in one now. And if even one more perfect parent comes to me with smirk and asks didn't I have also an older son or straight out what happened him last season for him to have such a tailspin. Or worse, looks at me and starts to whisper something to person next to them, I may get violent. I really didn't anticipate quite this level of cattiness, into my face even - or me being so sensitive to it. I know I'm awfully rude with writing this under the table with my phone, but it's still hugely better than what I would want to do... ARGH!