Used

My daughter's pretty lucky.  We live in a place that's loaded with kids.  Every where you look, there are kids.  So she has a chance to play often.  She's only 3 3/4, so we're kind of really involved with who she plays with.  My wife and I have noticed that the kids around here use each other often.  There's one kid that uses the other kid for his swingset.  The other girl uses the other girl for her doll collection.  They all use the one kid for his motorized car.  My daughter gets used because she has everything.  She's also at least a year younger than all of them; she doesn't understand that some people have ulterior motives.  To be 100% honest, she doesn't care.  She just likes to play. 

Anyway, today the one kid was over.  It was the kid that hits up all of the families for free food.  The poor kid weighs a solid 350, and I don't think she's six yet.  Well, she was over begging to eat dinner with us.  For some reason, we knew there wouldn't be enough.  I was cooking, so a lot goes in the garbage and very little actually makes it to the serving bowls and plates.  My wife told the kid that she's sorry, but she can stop over tomorrow when she cooks or when it's safter to eat.  So, we ate.  The entire time my daughter wanted to eat as quickly as she could in order to get out side and play with Plumpy, I mean Punky.

About a half an hour later, we all finished.  My daughter grew sad because the kid was nowhere to be found.  I felt bad, so I told her that I'd play with her.  So, she and I got all of our toys together (Batman, Star Trek, Spongebob, Barbie, etc) and headed out.  There I was rolling around in the grass getting bugs stuck all over me.  I ran all around the place with a Batwing in my hand.  We were having fun. OH, such fun!  But then I heard it.  Some brat's voice.  We  looked and it was Clarke from two houses over (he's often used for his swimming pool).  My daughter threw the toys she was playing with at me and took off.

By the time I got to her, they were playing tag together.  Nothing for me to do.  THey didn't include me at all.  Elitist pigs!  I heard them laugh, joke together.  I swear that they even spat at me as I walked on to the back porch.  It was then that I realized my very own daughter uses me.