Soooooo based on some feedback I got on my last post, I
gather you all want to hear the story about what happened in the play place.
Ok, maybe the only person who cares is my little sister Shannon. Well Shanny
Pants, this one’s for you girl!
gather you all want to hear the story about what happened in the play place.
Ok, maybe the only person who cares is my little sister Shannon. Well Shanny
Pants, this one’s for you girl!
The other day we’re hangin’ at Chic-fil-A, I’m enjoying a
chicken sammi in peace and quiet while the boys disobediently ignore their food and play. Whatever, more fries for me.
chicken sammi in peace and quiet while the boys disobediently ignore their food and play. Whatever, more fries for me.
As I’m watching them through the glass I start to notice a
little boy following Beau as he tries to climb. The kid is grabbing his shirt
and pulling him off of the plastic steps. The kid looked to be about two, so I
decided to wait a second and see how Beau would handle it. I watched Beau tell
the kid to let go, he pushed his hands away and tried to climb past. The kid
grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back, Beau told him “don’t touch
me!” and still the kid kept messing with him.
little boy following Beau as he tries to climb. The kid is grabbing his shirt
and pulling him off of the plastic steps. The kid looked to be about two, so I
decided to wait a second and see how Beau would handle it. I watched Beau tell
the kid to let go, he pushed his hands away and tried to climb past. The kid
grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back, Beau told him “don’t touch
me!” and still the kid kept messing with him.
The parent were sitting in the back not paying any attention
so I popped my head in the door for a quick “Hey guys, let’s keep our hands to
ourselves and if someone asks you to leave them alone, leave them alone. OK?
Everyone make eye contact and tell me you understand.” Mmmmhmm, they all got it,
boom situation momhandled!
so I popped my head in the door for a quick “Hey guys, let’s keep our hands to
ourselves and if someone asks you to leave them alone, leave them alone. OK?
Everyone make eye contact and tell me you understand.” Mmmmhmm, they all got it,
boom situation momhandled!
Not, I sit down and look up to see Beau at the top of the
play place with this kid inches from his face squishing him into a corner of a
plastic cube. Every time Beau tried to
move the kid grabbed his shirt and dragged him back. I started banging on the
glass Conner and Beau both looked at me as I gestured wildly at both of them. With
hands and facial expressions I said something like this,
play place with this kid inches from his face squishing him into a corner of a
plastic cube. Every time Beau tried to
move the kid grabbed his shirt and dragged him back. I started banging on the
glass Conner and Beau both looked at me as I gestured wildly at both of them. With
hands and facial expressions I said something like this,
*Conner go help your
brother!* *Beau! That kid is the same age as you and I think you definitely
have grounds to whack him!* *Conner! Go drag that child off Beau!!!!*
brother!* *Beau! That kid is the same age as you and I think you definitely
have grounds to whack him!* *Conner! Go drag that child off Beau!!!!*
Obviously my kids are not great with charades because
neither of them got the message. So I grabbed the baby and stomped in there to
rectify the situation post haste! I yelled up to the kid to cut it out and let
Beau past, he ignored me. So I grabbed Conner and said,
neither of them got the message. So I grabbed the baby and stomped in there to
rectify the situation post haste! I yelled up to the kid to cut it out and let
Beau past, he ignored me. So I grabbed Conner and said,
“Hey, that kid is
being mean to Beau, you need to get up there and grab your brother and bring
him back down here.”
being mean to Beau, you need to get up there and grab your brother and bring
him back down here.”
Conner ran up the slide looked the kid in the face and said “Hey
that’s my brother and he is coming with me!” immediately followed by the sound
of Conner tumbling down the slide. He got to the bottom and said “That kid is
really big and he pushed me down the slide.”
that’s my brother and he is coming with me!” immediately followed by the sound
of Conner tumbling down the slide. He got to the bottom and said “That kid is
really big and he pushed me down the slide.”
Time for a pep talk, “DUDE!
That kid is two feet shorter than you, just move past him and grab Beau. Tell
him it is not ok to push people and stick up for yourself! You can do it!”
That kid is two feet shorter than you, just move past him and grab Beau. Tell
him it is not ok to push people and stick up for yourself! You can do it!”
Pumped up and ready to defend his tiny honor, Conner
scrambled back up that slide and announced “Hey, no one picks on my brother and
pushes me down a slide!” Then immediately came rolling end over end back down
the slide for a second time to tell me, “Mom, that kid is huge, HUGE! I can’t
save Beau. Seriously he is like a giant, and he pushes people!”
scrambled back up that slide and announced “Hey, no one picks on my brother and
pushes me down a slide!” Then immediately came rolling end over end back down
the slide for a second time to tell me, “Mom, that kid is huge, HUGE! I can’t
save Beau. Seriously he is like a giant, and he pushes people!”
*eye roll* *sigh* *shoulder shrug*
“Well then sit here and hold your sister, I’m going up.”
I slowly and painfully crammed my body up the plastic steps
and into the tunnel to pop out in the square where trust me there was no room
for an adult. I grabbed Beau looked the kid in the face and said “Move over
bacon.” Wide eyed he moved away from the
slide entrance, I dropped my kiddo down and slowly followed in a grunty,
squeaky, horribly uncomfortable way.
and into the tunnel to pop out in the square where trust me there was no room
for an adult. I grabbed Beau looked the kid in the face and said “Move over
bacon.” Wide eyed he moved away from the
slide entrance, I dropped my kiddo down and slowly followed in a grunty,
squeaky, horribly uncomfortable way.
Once back on the ground we packed up our stuff and got ready
to leave, still no sign of the kid’s parents checking in or noticing anything
whatsoever. As Conner would say “Lame, lame, LAME!”
to leave, still no sign of the kid’s parents checking in or noticing anything
whatsoever. As Conner would say “Lame, lame, LAME!”
I'm glad you won. I was so sure that you were going to be beaten by that kids' parents for telling him what to do! People are either so oblivious I want to kill them or so stifling of their kids that I want to kill them. Either way, it's dead bodies all around.
I've slowly stopped hating other peoples kids and instead hate their dumbass lazy parents who think that playgrounds, play places, malls etc are baby sitters for their children. On the other hand, thanks for another entertaining tale Kerri!
OhMYword. I don't *want* to hate other people's kids…but yet i do. It was probably one of my nephews. I'm sorry.
Surely not, lol. I try really hard to like other people's kids, but sometimes it is impossible. At least he's not someone we have to see again.