THINGS A GROUP OF 8 YEAR OLDS SAID TO ME WHILE I WAS HANDING OUT CANDY
- •Your breath smells
- •You're lame.
- •You're 20 and you're still doing this. That's lame.
- •I'm not scared of you, I know your mum's name... It's Emma.
- •I have perfect aim! (she proceeded to throw a chocolate at my head)
- •*chanted* WE HATE YOU! WE HATE YOU! WE HATE YOU!All of them were chanting. All of them. For ages.