You know what I hate? Kids. I mean, my niece seems nice, and my friends’ kids are alright, and my future kids will likely be mildly tolerable, but when I’m traveling….they suck. We met friends in Bangkok who were staying at the fantastic Four Seasons. They invite us over to lounge by the pool. We stroll down, towels in hand and have to sit at opposite ends of the pool due to all the rotten ankle-biters and their detached parents monopolizing chairs. We relax, order Mojitos, lean back in the sun and BAM! Wet beach ball to the head. Rotten kids.