Dear Stupid B!tch,
I know that you and your lovely husband waited until later in life to have a child. Though I would have thought with your advanced age, you might have learned a thing or two about movie etiquette and small children. I'm thrilled that you think that your daughter is about the cutest, most precocious child on the planet. I really am. Every child should have parents who think the sun rises and sets on their every move. For a while, that is.
However, I am not thrilled that you thought it was a good idea to drag your toddler along to a grown-up movie. I'm not talking the X-rated kind, but the kind that carries a PG-13 rating that kind of implies that toddlers shouldn't attend.
I'm also not thrilled that you insisted on repeating everything that your toddler said as though she was the smartest child on the planet (I'm sure you think she is, anyway). Truly, it was bad enough hearing your toddler babble, but a grown woman repeating the babble... Well, let's just say it took all of my will power not to shove your precocious child down your throat.
Be thankful that James Cameron created such an amazing movie that I was able to (mostly) block out you and your child's incessant babbling, otherwise you'd still be belching up whatever was in your precocious baby's diaper after I crammed her down your throat.
Next time, hire a sitter. Really, it's worth the investment.
Homicidal Mom Who Was Smart Enough To Leave Her Children At Home
P.S. I didn't find out until later that I'd inadvertently pissed you off by saving my seat, but I'm glad I did. Just wish I'd known it sooner.
P.P.S. If you were dumb enough to pay full price for a toddler, you deserved to lose her seat; she would have ended up sitting on your lap anyway. And who honestly pays full price for a toddler? (Sorry, just can't get past that one).