Why do all the freaky kids come to storytime?

Every Friday, I travel with two of my three children to story time at the library to see the always entertaining Ms. Libby read stories, sing songs and wear fuzzy bunny slippers. Why is it that the uber-yuppies who bring their children have all given birth to the next spawn of satan? As my brother often laments, kids these days are so used to getting blue ribbons and never being told "No", they don't know how to handle discipline when it is handed out by a brave soul like Ms. Libby. I swear, if I had to hear her call down little "Avery" one more time, I was gonna leave. Some other mothers were quoted as saying, "Avery and her mother think they own story time...it is like their turf, so be careful around her." What are they, the equivalent of library toughs? Then you ask, why on earth did you put up a picture of Raymond Burr as Lars Thorwald from Rear Window?? I don't know...it is my favorite movie. He looks awfully cool in this picture...almost as cool as when he was Perry Mason. I guess he represents all of us at some time or another. Not that we are killer jewelry salesmen, but that sometimes even the most innocent can only be pushed so far before they crack. Hopefully little "Avery" won't push anyone to go "Thorwald" on their behind, but you just can't tell with those library moms. What a frightening bunch of women!