I saw a mom dragging her kid through the mall on a leash today. I may have had a depressing childhood, but I think being on a leash tops some forms of physical abuse. It’s the epitome of parental laziness, and I don’t care how old you are, it’s still embarrassing and indicative of a “master-subject” relationship.

The look of absolute pain on this child’s face was enough to sear into my mind forever. Yeah, I know, I don’t have kids and don’t know how hard it is, but c’mon, it’s a LEASH.